Swallows twittering at twilight:

Waves of heat

Churned to flames by the sun.

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[90]

 Evening Bell from a Distant Temple

A bell in the fog

Creeps out echoing faintly

The pale broad flashes

Of vibrating twilight,

Faded gold.

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[91]

 A Thought

A piece of paper ready to toss in the fire,

Blackened, scrawled with fragments of an incomplete song:

My soul.

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[92]

 The Stars

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