In China, towering spires of green
with pine trees, the fog that hovers
breaks lucid in shades of mauve
blue flame of night’s dawn
gives birth to stars, the skies
white snow of clouds,
the evening cranes
that fly above.
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In China, towering spires of green
with pine trees, the fog that hovers
breaks lucid in shades of mauve
blue flame of night’s dawn
gives birth to stars, the skies
white snow of clouds,
the evening cranes
that fly above.