Wandering Crane Summer streams through open door, wandering crane passes through. Dust drift in ochre disturbs meditation. No immortals herefly south to Jade Peaks. See this poem on the TGL blog
Wandering Crane
Summer streams through open door, wandering crane passes through. Dust
drift in ochre disturbs meditation. No immortals herefly south to Jade Peaks.
See this poem on the TGL blog
Copyright 2012 by Robert Mullen