Dreamless glades..
in the cold clear air of the heights,
where purity breathes fiery-
the mists swirl around the trees.
The path threads through...imperceptible...
You tread this path-
sensing, even through the murk,
that the precipice drops-
into sheltered valleys
of fragrant tea blossoms,
that Hum Drum Man has carved out.
Where you are-
loneliness makes your heart ring..
The drooling leopard of your dreams
-stalks you...
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