On Marble Stairs
still grows the white dew
That has all night
soaked her silk slippers,
But she lets down
her crystal blind now
And sees through glaze
the moon of autumn.
Marble Stairs Grievance
Li Po
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Poem topics: autumn, moon, night, white, blind, crystal, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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