Island in the lake, lake in the island
Heavy lotus blossoms float on broad leaves
An etched pagoda frames the dim cascading hill
Sunburned ripples roll on and on
And willow boughs weep toward the coolness
The whistling bird colors still air
Above the pulsing saw of cicadas
A wooden boat slips through the serenity
While dragon flies pair in the heat
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