still pond calls to me
standing in reeds tall above
a blue heron waits

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moon and lotus speak
love story long forgotten
in whispered shadows

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white tea cup tumbles
drowning in a deep ocean
pearls drop one by one

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rising on the wind
star light dances with the waves
before morning’s first blush

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night sky breathes silver
quiet laughter fills the air
fish sing to lotus