Each fall the clouds arrive like merchants
Bringing storms all the way from your distant shore
Though I strip every leaf from my father's forest
I never have enough to repay the winter.
- Hu Ming-Xiang
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1 comment:
Hu leaves me completely in awe of nature and his appreciation of it. Waiting for more...
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