misty poetry

The Color of Dawn by Xie Zongyuan

Dynasty: Metagenre: Seven Laws

Far away as smoke, near and empty.

It is neither bright nor dark at night.

It is difficult to get rid of dew in one day.

A few morning clouds can cover you.

The terrace in the corner is in the shade.

There is nothing in the residual lamp yard.

The sound of chickens scattered in the boundless sky.

Dyed red by the morning sun.

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