snow dunes
sleeping among mirages
i dream of spring
howling wind -
in the bare trees hold
a frost note
from a new angle
winds thrash the trees,
a hole in the cloud
close windows
the old wall takes in all
the winter wind
sounding
the distant echo of
temple bell
sleeping among mirages
i dream of spring
howling wind -
in the bare trees hold
a frost note
from a new angle
winds thrash the trees,
a hole in the cloud
close windows
the old wall takes in all
the winter wind
sounding
the distant echo of
temple bell
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