Inspired By An Ancient Poem
Under peaks cloaked in clouds, I climbed,
along gnarled woods and deserted tracks.
Are those temple chimes
Coming from an ancient shrine?
Echoes of water rippling over rocky crags.
Sunrays speckle cool pines.
Where thin mist veils a deserted pond
I rest, and my spirit is sublime.
Copyright © Dorothy Yuan | Year Posted 2016
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