On a Landscape by Myself
In the blue-green shadows
the morning clouds lie smooth.
Wild grasses look like mist,
the gully path is bright.
When can I come here
to build a home in the mountains
and listen forever to the wind in the pines,
the sounds of monkeys and birds?
the morning clouds lie smooth.
Wild grasses look like mist,
the gully path is bright.
When can I come here
to build a home in the mountains
and listen forever to the wind in the pines,
the sounds of monkeys and birds?
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