Poem, Hindu Temples, return of bees, temple bells, temple ladies, river, sailboats, season.
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In the pristine morning air;
temple bells in breezes fair.
Temple Ladies love the coolness
of the white pillar lair.
They circle with their long skirts
bare brown feet grace the dirt.
Waiting by the river;
white sails beckon some.
Listening for return of the bees;
the season has begun.
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