poem in the mountains
From the slope of the mountains I see the fog come,
In the middle of the bamboo I see the sun setting.
birds from the roof edge rise and take flight,
clouds coming out from the windows.
Wu Jun
Because too often we forget how beautiful it is to lose too much taken by observing the nature run and the daily worries, and find the beauty even in a simple poem.
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