Wasteland — Gazing Far Away
Limpid Autumn; I gaze, no limit;
Remote, far-off, rise layers of darkness.
Distant waters bind with cold sky;
Lone city blurs in deep mist.
Sparse leaves through wind, still further drop;
Divided peaks through lack of sun, dulled.
Single crane returns home at which sinking of the sun?
Hour of yellow dusk; trees brimful of rooks.
Remote, far-off, rise layers of darkness.
Distant waters bind with cold sky;
Lone city blurs in deep mist.
Sparse leaves through wind, still further drop;
Divided peaks through lack of sun, dulled.
Single crane returns home at which sinking of the sun?
Hour of yellow dusk; trees brimful of rooks.
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