A man who driving the boat
Every dusk preparing the nets
Capturing the dreams that will flounder
At the top of the big dipper
He was never knew
When the dream will be exhausted
But he continued to roll up the nets
Since proper at 2 nights
He had to go to the sea
Just a short song
The memory from his father
Create accompanied him to the sea
With the wind receded into the sea
He would go to the sea
And either what can be returned
(2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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