Han Yu looked across the valley;
The curtain was falling on the eastern terraces.
Roof tiles of the ancestral temple had turned to gold;
Stone lanterns glowed soft tears in the shadows.
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Lovely poem, kind of haunting. Funny, I just submitted a poem using dry bones. Jeff