A fragment moon hangs from the bare tung tree
The water clock runs out, all is still
Who sees the dim figure come and go alone
Misty, indistinct, the shadow of a lone wild goose?
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I like this type of poem but then again i like easten poems i have a few i have done myself on another site take care Roy.