Ephemeral orange afternoon
Unlike your hand in mine I know,
We sat beside the perpetual sea,
The dusk is hungry to eat the remaining light,
In this one violet violent internal twilight,
The voice of Lord Buddha
Reverberates innumerable echoes:
Attachment is the root cause of all suffering,
Attachment…
Only the breaking of the water cut my thoughts,
You press my hand.
As you pointed the silhouette bird,
Slowly entering the waning sun,
My heartbeat breaks the crying sonata of the big blue.
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