Saturday, October 10, 2020

"Traveling Again"

This temple: I remember traveling here once.
I recall this bridge that I now cross again.
Rivers and mountains seem to have been waiting,
flowers and willows have been more than unselfish.
The countryside shines vividly through thin mist, the soft sun on the sand is the color of duck.
All of this traveler's sorrows fade away.
Why should I leave this place again.

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