On A Portrait Of Myself Poem by Yang Wanli

On A Portrait Of Myself

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The pure wind makes me chant poems.
The bright moon urges me to drink.
Intoxicated, I fall among the flowers,
heaven my blanket, earth my pillow.

Thursday, August 16, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: earth,flowers,heaven,moon,wind
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