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Night On the River

Floating, floating, as the river wind,
  sweeps a chorus of autumn twigs.
Embarking in the early eve,
  I steer a light craft.
Rising, the moon rotates, 
   along the mountain peaks.
Flowing, the waters follow the whirling sky.
Are we on the Milky Way?
  Or, roving in a grove of fine clouds.

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Inspired By Ancient Poem: Ii

After a cleansing rain, the open plains reveal:
    no sign of contaminating dust.
Clearly visible now: 
    emerald peaks rising behind hills.
The city gate enclose: 
    willows watered by the creek
    bordering fields yet to be plowed.   
With the advent of spring,
    it is now time to sow and toil.

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The Return

Inspired by an ancient poem IV

The journey back is far and vast
   ominous with memories of old terrain.
Along the singing cattails I pass, 
   listening to their sad refrain.
The distant shore beckons
   until the enticing land is clear.
But the sighting threatens.
   Knowing he is no longer there,
   my sorrows remain.

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Spring Rain: Inspired By An Ancient Poem Iii

The knowing rain arrives
  only when the time is right
  before apparent signs of spring.
It creeps in through the dark night 
  borne by breezes light,
  mutely bathing all things.
Dawn glow reveals damp, rosy patches
  of petals in the city, heavily laden.

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Endless World Conflicts

Inspired by an ancient poem. V

Bamboo-cooled breezes pervade my chamber.
Blinking stars appear and disappear.
Roaming moonbeams invade each container.
Laden dewdrops into gobbets cohere. 
Self-lit fireflies pepper the dark. 
Calling water birds herald the dawn.

Thinking of myriad lances clashing in vain.
Tormented, sleepless, I follow the night.

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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.