Ripples crash down,
Dusks full confession close,
But the elements are rugged,
Sand swirls,
Squinting crabs,
Insects fly around,
Birds chirp to the stream’s current,
Now the evening is gently joined with day
Up above the clouds, are starry grins
A single moment of benign intimacy
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