STRAY BIRDS
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The same lotus of our clime blooms here in the alien water with the same sweetness, under another name.
233
In heart's perspective the distance looms large.
234
The moon has her light all over the sky, her dark spots to herself.
235
Do not say, "It is morning," and dismiss it with a name of yesterday.
See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name.
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