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Ch’ing P’ing Tiao

Ch’ing P’ing Tiao

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



Poem Ch’ing P’ing Tiao - Li Po