Sea-Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a…
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Watching the Blue Sea
The ancient stone stands tall and steep, As surging waters dance below. Hazy gold bleeds into mist, where turquoise flourishes in salt-washed glow. –jujube
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Mountain Dialogue
问余何意栖碧山，笑而不答心自闲。 桃花流水窅然去，别有天地非人间。 You ask me why I make my home amid these green mountains; I smile and make no reply, for my heart is free of care. As peach blossoms flow downstream and are gone into the unknown, I have a world apart that is…
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The Stage Is Set
The stage is set. Afternoon creeps in, settling into the velvet, waiting for the weight of the hour to unravel, petal by petal. The patchwork of calico and cream lies undisturbed in a slow, rhythmic rise and fall. Dust, shadow, silence— just soft things to…
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Pigments of Time
Pigments of time blots and blooms into the canvas of dawn. The tiered eaves of the ancient pagoda sign off the night with the waking ray Mist drifts apart like a half-whispered morning greeting forever deferred in the bleed of light. –Jujube
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