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During a summer sunset

there are beautiful temples of virgin clouds.

(That’s heaven)

 

Over the lake

a pouting cloud stretches past the horizon

painting a purple waterfall in the distance.

(That’s heaven coming down)

 

The temples wander away;

night replaces the day,

the waterfall brings the rain

reminding me time remains.