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rejectomorphMoonlit Night Thinking of My Brothers
by Tu Fu
Warning drums have ended all travel.
A lone goose cries across autumn
Borderlands. White Dew begins tonight,
This bright moon bright there, over
My old village. My scattered brothers-
And no one home to ask Are they alive or dead?
Letters never arrive. War comes
And goes- then comes like this again.
by Tu Fu
Warning drums have ended all travel.
A lone goose cries across autumn
Borderlands. White Dew begins tonight,
This bright moon bright there, over
My old village. My scattered brothers-
And no one home to ask Are they alive or dead?
Letters never arrive. War comes
And goes- then comes like this again.
