(For Cloe)
Ah there you are my friend!
As a clear mountain lake
No moves on the surface
From endless deep peace
Only joy sips through
To the thirsty forest below
Overlooking the clouds
As shaped thoughts of the world
Ever drifting over the meadows
You calm water
I see in you
True wisdom in serene joy
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