Moon mantled in clouds
From it falls tears of Heaven
Lotus kissed with dew
Barefooted, she walks
A lithesome body in white
Rose cheeked, tear-brimmed eyes
Her skirts made of mist
as she twirls and piroettes
and reaches for you
Her sleeves are water
They wave high, above her head
Drops become crystals
As she shines so bright
Crowned with cassia-blossoms
on her silk black hair
But why does she cry?
She hears the music of life
and yearns for the flame
The flick of her wrist
The lake murmurs its sad song
And she's reminded
As the petals rain
In hemp or rich brocade
We are like vapors
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
Moon mantled in clouds
From it falls tears of Heaven
Lotus kissed with dew
Barefooted, she walks
A lithesome body in white
Rose cheeked, tear-brimmed eyes
Her skirts made of mist
as she twirls and piroettes
and reaches for you
Her sleeves are water
They wave high, above her head
Drops become crystals
As she shines so bright
Crowned with cassia-blossoms
on her silk black hair
But why does she cry?
She hears the music of life
and yearns for the flame
The flick of her wrist
The lake murmurs its sad song
And she's reminded
As the petals rain
In hemp or rich brocade
We are like vapors
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