Tag: hills
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On the White Hills
Smoke, a white smoke, floats on the white hills, / a whiteness that flies, scatters the snows. / No one comes now to pluck white roses, / so they fly into the air, whirl and twirl.
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Like a Young Doe
Like a young doe you ran off to the hills / to gather the scattered gold of summer. / Then tall grasses even wept at your feet, / and hills gulped their fill of gloom.
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Alone in the Woods
I stride around alone seeking to hide / my heart’s unease in the snow, the white snow. / Winds have fallen asleep in the rock-cracks / and the hills are silent, hushed and pale.