Yang Wanli


On A Portrait Of Myself - Poem by Yang Wanli

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.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2012



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