Hot summer noon
Standing on the bank of a lake
Watching bathing of a moon.
Absolutely muddy water
A heron meditating on one leg
Birds not chatter.
Dry wind came
Flown the withered leaves
Playing funny whiling game.
The moon looked left and right
Undressed herself
The beauty stood upright.
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