Ho Chih-Chang Poem by Li Po

Ho Chih-Chang

Rating: 2.8


When we met the first time at Ch’ang-an
He called me the ‘Lost Immortal’.
Then he loved the Way of Forgetting.
Now under the pine-trees he is dust.
His golden keepsake bought us wine.
Remembering, the tears run down my cheeks.

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* Sunprincess * 12 September 2015

....oh a sad piece....and true ★

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