Sabtu, 24 November 2012

Evening.

 
Water's color at dusk still white
Sunsets glow in the dark gradually
Windy flowers shake like broken fan
Wave moon stirs like strings of jewels
Ducks sleeping not alone
Crickets chirping repeatedly one after another
 announcing night,
Returning steps still hesitate.
 
(Po Chu-i AD 835)


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