Haiku
A thin silver path is woven
On the water surface.
The trees in the darkness
Seem to be terrible giants
From an old tale.
Beyond of moonlight:
Can I meet you there,
My destiny?
Young master chooses a bride:
In the valley of seven hills
Cherry blossoms.
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