I saw the face of longing on the rose petals

in the breath of wind drifting on the leaves

in the lush shrubs

in a flock of birds flying low

in the twilight teeming with butterfly wings

in the screeching sounds of cicadas

in gray clouds that soon will send off rain

And I embody it in the verses of a poem

and I carve it on the walls of my heart

Someday I’ll invite you on a pilgrimage

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