| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ef24af3 | The nights are no longer warm, | Mirkka Rekola | ||
| 0bc9c82 | Without moving anything / I want to see / the way this autumn / makes the birds move. | Mirkka Rekola | ||
| fcff720 | Up down / on summer's lake / the flying ant / finds a wall in the air | Mirkka Rekola | ||
| 2d0e3b1 | Two there on the beach / as close together as nostrils. / Calm sea day. | Mirkka Rekola |