Spring rain will come

Between the summer haze
and life upside-down.
The sky’s tongue
steals the conversation.
From morning to evening
the temple bell sinks
to the bottom of the sea.
And what is left of life
drifts onto a shredded shore.
Is this how you want things to be?

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