With the delightful dance
Of a summer breeze,
At the green ballet
Of the alluring willows,
The heat of my haste broke,
And I lay down
On freshly mown grass,
Closed my eyes,
With my face
Towards the eternal sun,
And my inner storm
died
away.
A few moments passed,
And now I was floating
In a petal of a red rose
On a clear, cool stream,
A stream
Void of thoughts,
Void of feelings.
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