Beautiful landscape, embroidered with greenery, displayed tonight like a gorgeous silk in a merchant’s display.
Petite goddess who continually hides herself under a cloak of water.
Birds that pass like a fleeting thought.
Country whose tragic expression forms from mixing the shadows of clouds.
Yet the green clarity of high mountain pastures gives them to the . . .
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[1] https://www.ablemuse.com/digital-books-17/v17/digital edition/Complete Digital Version of -/Able Muse, Print Edition (Number 17), Summer 2014