A leaf falls from the mulberry tree, and the sound of its descent returns me to my room. I don't know how long I wandered in that other world, but now it is now, again, with Venus rising in the east and the moon high in the west, and all the other stars have been lost to the brightening of the sky. No garden can remain concealed from the approaching dawn, which dissolves illusions and sends fancies scurrying for cover in the recesses of the mind. Still, I can wish that its light would fall on some flower never before seen, and its warmth coax from it a fragrance that dizzies even the bees. Should that perfume drift into my dreams, I wouldn't be displeased.
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flying_blind
Bouquet
A leaf falls from the mulberry tree, and the sound of its descent returns me to my room. I don't know how long I wandered in that other world, but now it is now, again, with Venus rising in the east and the moon high in the west, and all the other stars have been lost to the brightening of the sky. No garden can remain concealed from the approaching dawn, which dissolves illusions and sends fancies scurrying for cover in the recesses of the mind. Still, I can wish that its light would fall on some flower never before seen, and its warmth coax from it a fragrance that dizzies even the bees. Should that perfume drift into my dreams, I wouldn't be displeased.
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