The Encounter Of Muse Poem by Cui Gya
The Encounter Of Muse
After the summer rain
The salty and humid air was brewing
An encounter
Once I looked up
And found a pair of blue pupil
Like the torrent of Aegean Sea
Meeting in a narrow place
Since then, you have been chasing the moon for thousands of miles
Wine in cloud-seeing each other
Double wine in mind
You call this kind
My Muse
This Muse dare not grow old
Seeing the years from afar enjoying good time
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