04 Mar

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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