When evening comes, plovers fly

Anyone who hears " River wind so cold the plovers cried " is supposed to feel chilly even in intense heat. Again, " A frog jumps in, " in so observing the sound of water, leaves much unsaid, suggestive. Though mine is far from attaining the exquisite status of the two poems:
When evening comes, plovers fly over the spring water
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Takai Kito
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