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| CHINESE POEMS / 01
© Svetlana ZADORINA Lana-Lan@Yandex.ru |
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| A rocky path is winding to the far top of autumn mountains. There, where clouds are being born, is standing somebody’s house. I will stop my carriage to enjoy the evening view. Frozen leaves are redder than flowers of the second moon.
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