The long mud path, divide by the grass
Where woods tremble by the rains wash,
have left foot print of forming mirrors,
reflecting picture of air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I thought it was Puddle of water, Reflecting tree, cloud, and sky: The gift of new eyes
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