STRAY BIRDS
86
"How far are you from me, O Fruit?"
I am hidden in your heart, O
87
This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.
"You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side," said the dewdrop to the lake.
89
The scabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the sword.
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