The waters of life
they run into a stream
by green banks humid
how flowed they just three
months ago!
But now
But now
The stream is slowing
that three months ago
so gaily flowing
now
the waters of life
enter into the
threshold of the languid
waning
and result in the life-day
slowly
fading
yet
not yet fading
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