8 thoughts on “poem-

  1. Picking chrysanthemums along the eastern fence,
    gazing in silence at the southern hills,
    the birds fly home in pairs,
    through the soft mountain air of dusk.
    In all these things there is a deep meaning,
    but when we’re about to express it,
    we suddenly forget the words.

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