When one day I was alone

far from the buzz of the world

by a lake’s edge, I the lonely

I am with myself I, alone,

and I gazed at the clear waters

and so deep inside of me

my heart’s oh blooming flower

that recalled a softer grief

and unfolded a deeper concern

vague sundown all around

the youngest lass in violet

embrace was putting to sleep

and everything stayed immobile:

the myriads of white lotuses,

the tall and swaying cane-fields,

all the flowers and hairy stacks

resembled a picture of thin and

colourful that you could see.

They were all completely silent

nature’s silence that tuned

its ear to hear the big secret

never been heard before.

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