I
I in my verse
Hook in
The East
The West
And
Their in their commixture
I sit by a small stream
With small reeds
And green rushes
And look face upwards
To the heavens
In quiet.
I
Drink on night-dews
Soft fallen in the
Night and early dawn
And
In the clouds and mists
Of East and West
Combined
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