To glimpse the fluttering of shy birds
I don't always close the door I made
a piece of jade is worth more than a cliff
but gold can't buy a lifetime of freedom
the sound of icy falls on a dawn-lit snowy ridge
the sight of distant peaks through leafless autumn woods
mist lifts from ancient cedars and clear days last forever
right and wrong aren't found in the clouds
---Stonehouse---
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