Singing with the murmuring of water
Dancing with the waves in a desultory fashion
Playing with the wind as it moves on
In love with solitude, life is lively.
Idleness they call it. Wise morons
Running to catch the time, wayfarer
Time shall not be triumphant with me
I watch my reflection in the water,
Stirred, shaken, lost.
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