Clouds are swept into the sunset—mdash;a sky beyond the sky
Clouds are swept into the sunset—a sky beyond the sky.
Standing against the wind—sparse willows,
their branches blown aslant.
The fisherman throws down his nets to dry on the hillside,
and lies beside them—drunk—to catch some sleep.
Standing against the wind—sparse willows,
their branches blown aslant.
The fisherman throws down his nets to dry on the hillside,
and lies beside them—drunk—to catch some sleep.
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