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I am a cloud Quietly I fly through the transparent sky And in the heavens I bloom into a lotus. I am a breeze Stealthily I glide over the bed of flowers And gently I shake down a dreamI am water LeisurelyWhat does the poet imagine the cloud does?
I flow into the sleeping rainbow And go in pursuit Of the sound of the temple gong. I am a fog. Shyly 1 look forward to the rising of the red sun over the towering peak And return to it Its gentle beauty.

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