Dusk in the Fragrant Village

We met in the village

as dusk settled in

Frogs leaping and bounding

a symphony within

Honeysuckle's buds

so slender and late

Yearning to bloom

but alas, it's too late

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Like bottlenecks

the path ahead seems unclear

Yet the village in June

its fragrance so dear

You, with skilled hands

carved flowers so fair

Adorning the shackles

that I had to bear

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These flowers, though lovely

cannot be bestowed

Bound by the chains

that my freedom erode

But in this moment

amidst nature's embrace

I find solace and peace

in this quiet place

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The village, a haven

where time seems to halt

Offering respite

from life's heavy assault

Here, in this sanctuary

my soul can take wing

As I dream of the freedom

that tomorrow may bring