Pines plaintively sway, silhouetted by the moon. Easterly mountain, topped with snowy fringed bonnet, weeping waterfalls enough to flow bitter streams into ponds, bereft, where Koy wish for something more and my old reflection sighs. Ripples twist my face into strange mementos of my wildly grown youth carved by Time's keen Katana and tattered by life's regret.
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Absolutely awesome !