Deep and hidden, cicadas
fill the dusk;
startled, you awaken
from stone bed sleep.
Near your hut,
a waterfall
falls
thousands of feet.
Pines near the altar
drip dew;
the mountain moon
shines in vast, clear space.
When a crane passes over,
you must see
riderless, it should bear
an immortal.
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