Thanksgiving Water Drops
The wind was moving into the mist of heaven,
it is a fog of light streaming from down below,
in its eyes of realization,
into the unknown of the bliss and sound waves
echoing to be into the vastness
of the light blue sky, and beyond the enormous
bright stream of shadowy rainfalls.
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