A pity it is evening, yet
I do love the water of this spring
seeing how clear it is, how clean;
rays of sunset gleam on it,
lighting up its ripples, making it
one with those who travel
the roads; I turn and face
the moon; sing it a song, then
listen to the sound of the wind
amongst the pines.

Li Bai

Mots clés zen sword-sentiments fairy-music

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Down the violet wind slid syrinx melodies, wild as foxes, mad as love, strange as wakening.

Cecilia Dart-Thornton

Mots clés music fairies fairy-music

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