In treasuries' tale, the Bunds aren't veiled,
By U.S. yields, their fortress assailed.
Commerzbank's word, a herder's staff high-lifted,
Erosion feared at range's ledge, to sky drifted.

The Qingming holiday, with travellers' jest,
In China's grove, awakes the drowsing nest.
With playful signs of rabbits, snails' adventure,
A sought recovery in the gentle creature's gesture.

Nikkei, the stockyard, in delight basks,
Of auto and electronics, a festive mask.
Bolstered by workfolk, in far-off land,
Resembles a choir, in harmony planned.

by Guillemette de Ventadour

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