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    The poet awakens at night to the sounds of rustling bamboo and a mocking moon. A bee hovers nearby under the moonlight, frightened yet defiant in the darkness. The bamboo, moon, and bee seem to share in some imprisonment or pain under the moon's light and drizzling rain, reminding the poet of their own mournful heart. The poet realizes they and the natural elements all share in some paradoxical hatred and despair, and wonders how much their pain stems from the other's sacrifices, how love relates to hatred, and how much of themselves is reflected in the bamboo, moon, and bee.

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    The poet awakens at night to the sounds of rustling bamboo and a mocking moon. A bee hovers nearby under the moonlight, frightened yet defiant in the darkness. The bamboo, moon, and bee seem to share in some imprisonment or pain under the moon's light and drizzling rain, reminding the poet of their own mournful heart. The poet realizes they and the natural elements all share in some paradoxical hatred and despair, and wonders how much their pain stems from the other's sacrifices, how love relates to hatred, and how much of themselves is reflected in the bamboo, moon, and bee.

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    The poet awakens at night to the sounds of rustling bamboo and a mocking moon. A bee hovers nearby under the moonlight, frightened yet defiant in the darkness. The bamboo, moon, and bee seem to share in some imprisonment or pain under the moon's light and drizzling rain, reminding the poet of their own mournful heart. The poet realizes they and the natural elements all share in some paradoxical hatred and despair, and wonders how much their pain stems from the other's sacrifices, how love relates to hatred, and how much of themselves is reflected in the bamboo, moon, and bee.

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    THE MOON, THE BAMBOO, AND THE BEE

    HGC

    In silent night when rest I took,

    When grief in my heart I did not look,

    I wakened with the rustling sound,

    The bamboo murmured as the Moon looms with mocking laugh.

    I started up, when the Bee hovered by, under the Moon’s watchful eyes,

    Frightened, yet belligerent under the gloom of night,

    Imprisoned on its blinding light,

    Under the drizzling rain the sight reminds my pain.

    My mournful heart felt the pain,

    The Bamboo, the Moon, and the Bee had shared the same,

    Hatred sprouts from somewhere I did not care,

    All of us is imprisoned in this despair.

    Realized, I did, what ramifications of this paradox were for?

    How much of my pain is in their sacrifice?

    How much of love is their hatred?

    How much of me is in them?

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