The unspoken anecdotal tale
Could shine the arena
-sethujanatran-
Strings of hair could be blown,
In a windy spring by the tarn,
Tulips floor the shore,
Peaks fade beyond the sky.
In a windy spring by the tarn,
Tulips floor the shore,
Peaks fade beyond the sky.
-sethujanatran-
The basic three makes the rest,
Meeting up once for the new,
Bright to dark when they are whisked,
This simple muddle explicates the living.
- sethujanatran-
Moving eyes as the raconteur,
Digits flexed in a chronicle,
Bending hips to the pose,
Trailing plot of the art.
-By sethujanatran-
As the shapeless water can complete the halved Buddha,
as the moon can be brought down to earth,
as the rays of light can be sparkled on the waves,
only when the reflection makes it happen.
Painting by Sethujanatran
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