Awaken to the still world
Soundlessness, clear envisioned
The intervallic dog barking,
beyond the water dinned the ears, aghast
That capacious pond,
perduring, a mirror of heaven
Old lovers’ reflections cling
Equably, I looked for my poise
Did I miss the day’s harvest?
Or the sun’s at its astral yellow?
The gazing pond, she cogitates tirelessly
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