A flute with no holes is not a flute.
An autumn night - donโt think your life didnโt matter.
Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.
Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness