Vapor Clouds Comments

Vapor clouds into wine, cook snow into meal, heaven of the immortals live like these
Graze cranes as my sons, plant plums as my wives, life of the anchoret like those leisurely
Flying wild geese of the south footpath, miss wind and moon, dawn birds for no reason scare the good dream
Setting sun in the east river, billowing autumn frost, fallen flowers have minds to provoke leisure grief
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