Grace of flowing robes

Folder: 
hellopoet

 

 

In the Spring palace, 
a figure in flowing‑robes 
passes the jade steps; 

Fragrant winds brush the sleeves, 
and fallen blossoms open anew. 

Moon‑shadows flow, 
spilling light through green curtains; 
In this mortal world, one step — 
and a celestial being arrives.

 

 

 

 

 

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