STRAY BIRDS
70
Where is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?
71
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.
The tree gave it.
72
In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain.
73
Chastity is a wealth that comes from abundance of love.
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