enottimcenko
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In the rock garden There's not a sound to be heard, Only pebbles and moss… Like the neck of a crane bird A row of stones stretched out with gloss. Here is a monk sitting right in the middle, - Closed his eyes and went into a trance. He seems to be solving some... – *by Yaroslav Timchenko*	0 Views added 6 months ago	Rating

There's not a sound to be heard,
Only pebbles and moss…
Like the neck of a crane bird
A row of stones stretched out with gloss.

Here is a monk sitting right in the middle, -
Closed his eyes and went into a trance.
He seems to be solving some...

– by Yaroslav Timchenko

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