With night-hued shadows dance the silver strips
Of lovely Mistress Moon's visage ashine.
The crickets sing the fairness of her lips,
Their strings lay praise in rows out line by line.
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One father - the sky, one mother- the earth, and we are all here.
Your ability to paint a particular moment of nature is unmatched. Loved reading it. I can feel the thrill of this narrative. Thanks, Dear Poet.
Thank you too! It helps that I am acquainted with the workings of Chinese poetry, which by nature is very image-oriented.