A River of autumn water, pale, cold mist
A river of autumn water, pale, cold mist;
reflections as if in sheer silk.
Before my eyes, sorrow of parting—
several V's of geese
write words against clear sky.
White duckweed, red smartweed form their patterns;
to the sound of Wu songs, oars are rowed.
A long cry of suffering
startles up the egrets from their sleep.
reflections as if in sheer silk.
Before my eyes, sorrow of parting—
several V's of geese
write words against clear sky.
White duckweed, red smartweed form their patterns;
to the sound of Wu songs, oars are rowed.
A long cry of suffering
startles up the egrets from their sleep.
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