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The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart for
ever."

The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground.

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Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.
I am a poet.

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The dim silence of my mind seems filled with crickets' chirp--the
grey twilight of sound.

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Rockets, your insult to the stars follows yourself back to the
earth.

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Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day to my
evening's loneliness.
I wait for its meaning through the stillness of the night.

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This life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same
narrow ship.
In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds.

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