You when veiling the face with a betel leaf
stand behind the door
Night-kiddies jump into the far and wide dark pond swim
Ponder the sky-water; go too far...
The mosses of stars sink; again drift away
Sink...drift away... sink... drift away...
Watching them play your fun
Your pleasure.
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