Red roofs reflect in still waters,
Cherry blossoms frame the sacred shrine.
Ancient peace guards this lily pond,
Where time flows slow as temple bells.
Green reeds dance with gentle breezes,
Between two worlds - heaven and earth.
This quiet place of ancestors
Breathes stories older than the trees.
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