A rhythmic melody filling totally, bringing a
happiness - a colorful elation - spreading it-
self over me in a fashionable style.
A placid lake set before me, sitting in a row-
boat, line in the water, catching fish one after
another.
A blissful vision of contemplation, hearing the
splash of fish as they jump up and out of the
water, hitting it's surface with a little thwack.
Such an old-fashioned and serene vision, taking
my mind into the past where life has already been
lived to it's fullest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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