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I hear the temple bells' echoes
Already fading, fading....
And see the colors of the flowers
With beautiful, fragile butterflies
Cavorting in their midst's
I feel the wind on my face
Carrying falling leaves
And see the sun arcing across
A sky soon to be inhabited
By a waning moon and
A River of Stars
I enter a cool, running stream
And watch as it flows
Around me and past me
To - somewhere...
Around a bend covered in shadows
I look inside myself
And see twinkling, effervescent
Thoughts, emotions, sensations
Come and go, come and go
I come across ancient ruins
Once others' dreams
Is this all a dream - no more?
That same wind that caressed
My upturned face
Also carries the dust of dreams