I.-
The eagle landed
on a cactus
back yonder.
II.-
Butterflies flew
driven
by Santana Winds.
III.-
Yes, I remember
Satanta.
Like a late autumn.
IV.-
Immobile
I stare,
this waft embraces.
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I.-
The eagle landed
on a cactus
back yonder.
II.-
Butterflies flew
driven
by Santana Winds.
III.-
Yes, I remember
Satanta.
Like a late autumn.
IV.-
Immobile
I stare,
this waft embraces.