Yen Cress Biography

From inland mountains to the salt-soaked shore,
From China's border to the southern plains,
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The rising sun displaces eastward night,
Dispensing cool, sweet shadows by its light,
Then bit by bit the molten gold of day
Grows, glowing, gleaming, sending hence the gray
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I salute you, Soldier!
You are doing a job I cannot do
To protect
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Kindled by the sun-warmed high-desert soil
Bright patches
Glow on untamed hillsides.
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Small and quiet
A snail slowly glides
Up this leaf
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