The sun sets in molten gold.
The evening clouds form a jade disk.
Where is he?
Dense white mist envelops the willows.
A sad flute plays -Falling Plum Blossoms.â?
How many Spring days are left now?
This Feast of Lanterns should be joyful.
The weather is calm and lovely.
But who can tell if it
Will be followed by wind and rain?
The Sun Sets In Molten Gold
Li Ching Chao
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Poem topics: rain, sad, spring, sun, weather, wind, evening, white, gold, flute, joyful, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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