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The Waiting

The seeds are sown

The paddies glisten

Time for rest now.

The young ones dance

The elders sing

Time for rest now.

The fruits hang heavy

Nature is nourished

It is time now.

I stare across the fields of rice

Still

Waiting for the one who has forgotten time.

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