If Only Life Were Like Our First Meeting

In a past life, I was a water lily in the river beside the road you had to travel. I once bathed in the gentle breeze and sweet dew, listening to prophecies and Buddhist chants drifting from distant temples. In the end, I was willing to drift wherever the currents took me.

In a life to come, I will be a passerby you meet in haste, then brush past, wearing a faintly playful smile before going wherever the wind takes me...

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