Mei Yuan (1716 - 1798)
Rain passes, washing the face of the mountain.
Clouds come, the mountain's in a dream.
Clouds and rain come and go as they please.
Only the mountain, forever green, remains.
Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004
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