Old Tunes in Deep Clouds, Heart’s Vow Unbroken
If I were wind, I’d whisper soft in your ear:
"Wo Ai Ni"—my Jade, this pledge I hold dear.
If I were moon, I’d cast my light on your face;
Chenqing stays by your zither, in Cloud Recesses’ grace.
You are my light in the deserted gloom’s space;
My China aster blooming through winter’s chill embrace.
The quiet room, listened to sounds of green and red’s pace;
Rhymes wander and weave to hush the night with splendor’s trace...🌘✨ 02052026 ©LanZhan. 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳
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