trembling leaves
upon the lake
shivering in happiness
for the sun, their lover
in the miriad
of colors and shapes
I sense my eyes smile
for they have been gifted
with the wit
of the alchemists
and any time
I forget about me
I make myself blurred
like looking to
the shaking lake
without knowing
what is leaf
and what is fish.
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