Clouds bring back to mind her dress, the flowers her face.
Winds of spring caress the rail where sparkling dew-drops cluster.
If you cannot see her by the jewelled mountain top,
Maybe on the moonlit Jasper Terrance you will meet her.
Ch'ing P'ing Tiao
Li Po
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Poem topics: spring, face, mind, bring, mountain, dress, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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