Hundred tents and more than hundred pairs of eyes
bathe in the brightness of the stars
more than a hundred dreams and failures
In the morning they will swim and fish and kayak in the lake
They will close their books, remember quotations in their hearts
Create spaces for discoveries
Some will be filled, some will remain empty
Tension of equilibrium and displacements
Each day is different from the last
They may question accomplishments
and value experiences
The dialogue of thoughts that inhabits the mind
Like a breeze playing with the reeds
Come, the reeds say to the breeze,
Let’s dance.
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