Wind

Wind

Seeking marsh
orchids, a light
zephyr ranges.

It wafts over strings;
they cry out,
one chord.

Twigs in the woods
sing in whistles and rustles.

Along paths through the pine trees:
night-bracing
fresh.
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Hsüeh T'ao
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