For Li Po
- sanchopanzalit
- Feb 6, 2021
- 1 min read
Stanford M. Forrester
In this garden
the wind ripples
and the wind chimes
play a pleasant song.
The song might
pause
for a moment,
but it always picks up
where
it left off.
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