Monday, November 12, 2018

No.107
Quiet Night Thoughts
Li Bai 701-62

I wake, and moonbeams play around my bed,
Glittering like hoar-frost to my wandering eyes;
Up towards the glorious moon I raise my head,
Then lay me down - and thoughts of home arise.

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