The flashing sky,
Ending in a crashing cloud-line,
Melted away in sublime
Penance from chaos.
Entrance opening to the temple within.
Rest from the raging wind.
And there in the midst of the courtyard
Nestled against the Sakura tree sat The Beloved, her face soft but eyes hard.
Casting a downward glance to the cold stone.
Excitedly she looks up, smiles, and welcomes me home.
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