With the Moon...
Flowers and wine, In a pretty arbour, Near the Peach bower listening to the music of waves and silence The modest Moon declines My offer of a taste of Finely brewed Peach wine Shyly smiling time to time from behind her fan, glides on the lake face Drink in hand, gazing at her elegance Bitterness descends upon me, all of a sudden
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