I take my wine jug out among the flowers to Drink alone, without friends. I raise my cup to entice the Moon. That, and my Shadow, makes us three. But the moon doesn’t drink, and my shadow silently follows. I will travel with moon and shadow, happy to the end of spring. When I sing, […]
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