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one drowsy day’s afternoon 
by a pond where green leafy reeds swaying in a breeze 
the sun enjoys a nap enveloped in a halo, the own glory
 
on the gentle weaves 
a water strider gliding on the water with his long legs;
on a reed leaf a dragonfly sat atop of it and puts the pieces of broken sky 
into his eyes larger than the sky to draw a picture of complete sky 

the shirr chirrup of a cicada carried by the wind comes by the pond 
searching a shade of a tree, but when he couldn’t find a one other than
the slender reeds stand by the everything-standstill pond, flies away grumbling 
“no matter how desperate i am, i cannot sing a song hanging on a petty reed! 
it’s an insult, it’s a disgrace to my reputation”
  
then the time, i wonder what’s made him so happy,
attired with all colorful patches of silk pieces garment 
comes whistling and wanders in the fields and mountains 
that is covered only a color of deep green; and dyes it with 
spray of all imaginable colors you can think of:

before being sprayed colors were dry
a hotheaded wind makes an abrupt appearance, 
letting colorful leaves ahead of him to raise a fuss 
once again in the woods calm and peaceful

surprised by the commotion the birds fly away, 
the crickets fill up a vacancy and collect leaves named decay 
in the wood; tossing ashes after burning them in the lowly hanging
evening glow and long night’s chilling air

and as chilling air becomes dew the crickets wail forth dirges
followed by the lonely reeds cry, then the season stained with 
so many mixed emotions drift away with the cloud;

and as the night deepens the stars fall, 
the moonlight reflecting on the water glimmers, 
a piece of wind torn by the wind behind goes 
stepping on the mountainside path lifting a fluttering funeral streamer

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