What the Bamboo Flute Dreams Of.
Beside the river, where the willows lean,The flute dreams of a world no eye has seen.It dreams of clouds that wander without chains,And moonlight dancing softly on the plains. It dreams of mountains wrapped in silver mist,Of lips that touch it with a lover’s kiss,Of ancient boats that drift beyond the foam,And distant hearts that […]
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