Night Stream


In the depths of night
a small stream murmurs.
Those who need to hear it
will always hear it. I hear it.


Stealthy night creatures
bend to quench their thirst.
No matter how many drink,
the stream is not diminished.


Moon’s reflection shimmers
along the night stream’s surface.
Ripples of broken white light
belong to no one: true riches.


Flowing water polishes
dark rocks and pebbles
all through the night.

How they gleam and sparkle
in the bright morning light!

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