26 Oct

we sat under the silvery moon

drinking down the moonlight

enjoyed the busy garden

with colours red, violet, yellow and white

he talked about his unsuccessful career

while i listened understandably

he began to sing out his poetry—one after another

in between fairy dews

the more he drank

the greater a poet surfaced in him

i give my salutation to li bai

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