Walking in a Dream or not,
I beheld a sight so clear,
A promontory, a pond, some weed,
The lapping waters at my feet,
The waters of a pond and marsh so placid,
Nurturing my walk becomes a ramble.
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Attention caught by dragonfly,
Patrol everlasting,
As I think it darts away.
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In the distance I see a wooden house,
Weeds rest on clear soft water
Curious 