Evening colors linger on mountain paths. Out beyond this study perched over River Gate, At the cliff`s edge, frail clouds stay All night. Among waves, a lone, shuddering Moon. As cranes trail off in flight, silent, Wolves snarl over their kill. I brood on Our wars, sleepless here and, to right A relentless Heaven and Earth, powerless.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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