With a jar of wine I sit by the flowering trees.
I drink alone, and where are my friends?
Ah, the moon above looks down on me;
I call and lift my cup to his brightness.
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One of my all-time faves - have a look at my version, 'Off His Face in the Flower Border' if you like...
..............wonderful poem and beautifully creative, so imaginative...love this ★