Speak to me in the subtlety of a perfect day,
The heart-breaking with thanksgiving tears
For the sun-warm, sun-green, water-falling,
Buds-bursting, bird song in the mossy branches,
Life-sharing, silently parted
Symphonic honey dew ripened lips,
Unspoken sharing of a single
Tree ripened sweet plum,
Tongue-shaped word.
Speak to me intimately
In the language
Of a perfect day.
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