In the realm of ancient verse, where whispers of yore reside,
A tale unfolds, in rhythm and rhyme, a Chinese Shi I’ll provide.
Beneath the moon’s gentle silver glow, on a tranquil autumn eve,
A scholar pens his thoughts, as cranes in the distance weave.
Ink-stained brush dances on rice paper, a symphony of night,
The scholar’s heart echoes with dreams, bathed in soft moonlight.
His inkstone hums beneath the stroke, each character a prayer,
Echoing ancient wisdom, timeless and fair.
Mountains cloaked in mist, rivers singing low,
A symphony of nature, where man finds his ebb and flow.
He sips his tea, the leaves unfurling, a dance of green,
In solitude, he finds communion with the divine serene.
The candle flickers, casting shadows on the parchment’s art,
Each word, a seed sown in the cosmic heart.
Underneath the starry quilt, the constellations align,
A celestial map of destiny, where mortal dreams intertwine.
This Shi, a moment captured, a fleeting dance with time,
In the rhythm of the brush and the silence, a transcendent chime.
Thus, beneath the celestial dome, in quiet contemplation’s hold,
The scholar weaves his verse, a story to be told.
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Hello! I’m Poetic Musings , a poet with a passion for crafting new verses daily. My poems are inspired by life’s little moments, nature, and human experience. Join me on this poetic journey as I share a new short poem each day.
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