“With green spring as companion, / it’s time to leave for home.”
White clouds show no end to change.
In that, they’re always the same.
Our arts are better
Than we are; that’s why
They’re replacing us.
Ghosts of the future
Haunt their memories,
Moving unobserved
Through the valleys of the past.
One day we’ll live there.
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