Spring sunshine

Gentle people,
dancing around
plum temples.
In the distance,
faint sounds of a
And the crows called
out for more.
But cool stars enter,
a leafless tree
from the foothills.
Now, too cold
to play the music.
A gentle wave,
wets my sandals.
And voices rise
once again.

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