Autumn, Hearing The Headwaters On A Moonlit Night - Poem by Xue Tao
When that chilly hue strikes clear
the single strand of mist,
a muffled trill slides
ten silken strings.
It comes, long-drawn, to pillows.
It tugs at hearts and thoughts.
It will not let
those who sorrow sleep.
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