Picture: After a Heavy Rain by Fyodor Vasilyev
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All memories dissolve in the beautiful now.
Likewise,
Thoughts of grief and regret
Are carried away by the wind;
I become the wind,
The rustling leaves of the maples,
The buzzing jumps of tiny beetles,
The swift movement of the sparrows.
You’re not with me,
But my love remains.
Love beyond the limitations
Of these bodies.
The same love flowing through maples, beetles, and sparrows,
Coming down with the rain
Drizzling on your moon face.
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Herons