The scholar sits,
To ponder his cursive.
Words are intangible;
Yet, so intricately immersing.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
The scholar sits,
To ponder his cursive.
Words are intangible;
Yet, so intricately immersing.
The garden of old.
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