Time weaves a network of shame
upon the earth, racism
heavy burden, posture
weighs alway
almost to the ground.
Oh sweet of Finland's land
no water beach someone
littering.
Is inundated with oil pollution
white swan, I
the memory of writing.
Inside lives in grief
a great reward army.
It marches in a row drumming,
tune circus life.
What country, and what is the currency,
when money is needed?
I can hold inside me
the joy of wealth, as well as sorrows
a large sum. The man blonde
or a long dark.
As fate echoes, short
haikus, I have just Finnish.
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