What I am doing here is introducing you to one hell of a poet. If you didn’t know, now you do. You can thank me later. No seriously run to the site.


The ancient land is covered with a forest of trees
Ridges and mountains are intertwined like rope with great rivers.
By the fire we are young  plus the bottle we make three
The wood cracks, the room fills with roaring laughter
The month- long rains have refreshed the moon
Bright beams are all over colorful blooms
Old and new scents are floating in the open air
Inspired, you break into a sentimental song and let loose your hair
All over sudden, I break in to tears
After tonight, our separation will last for years

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