Moonriver

Blowing through the leaves,
The wind, a passionate flute
Crying to the moon.

~

Through the flute, His breath,
A music gently blowing,
Weeping from closed eyes.

~

In the white river,
A reed, hollowing out, sings
The sap pouring through.

 

 

 

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