Sitting Alone in the Courtyard

In what place in years to come
will I lodge my life?
In the mountains? By a river?
Both would suit me fine!
For no reason, the tall pine trees
growing round the house
catch the sound of wind and turn it
into sounds of rain.
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Y├╝ Chi
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