full of wine night comes unaware falling blossoms fill my robes still drunk but getting up I wade after the moon when the birds have gone and people are few
i'm a big fan of Li Po. i hope one day to have a mythology of myself as he does: Li Bo, who drowned drunk trying to embrace a reflection of a pond in the moon.
did you write this? if so, good job reclaiming the simple things.
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I feel like I am floating among the stars.
Hey Nessa, it is about Li Po, the legend of the T'ang dynasty, who drowned drunk while trying to embrace a reflection, his own, in a moon-filled pond.
i'm a big fan of Li Po. i hope one day to have a mythology of myself as he does: Li Bo, who drowned drunk trying to embrace a reflection of a pond in the moon.
did you write this? if so, good job reclaiming the simple things.
ah narcissus-like.
try this URL:
http://lakesideling.blogsome.com/
Yeah the Chinese narcissus, who wasn't in love with himself but with the moon. The moon is a more acceptable love maybe.
ES: No, I didn't. George Crane did. I think you'll like Crane. He's kinda like your kinda guy.
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