Misty white mountain
Blanketed by pink blossoms
Blessed by the shrine.
Soft light blue surface
Breaks the light shining downwards
Dancing light sparkles.
Basking in the sun
No worries - no tension
but how sad - -
Why this fear and restlessness?
What if this freedom is fading?
The gifts you gave me
Might be torn into pieces,
And tattered - -
But none of it would matter
As long as we are holding hands.
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