Refusing worldly worries,
I stroll among village strollers.
Pine winds sing, the evening village
smells of grass, autumn in the air.
A lone bird roams down the sky.
Clouds roll across the river.
You want to know my name?
A hill. A tree. An empty drifting boat.
translated by Sam Hamill
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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Fii schimbarea pe care vrei sa o vezi in lume!
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Leonard Durso 
Truly appreciate all your effort. 👍👍
Thank you.
You have wonderful name.i appreciate those lines of your poem.
Yes, it is a fine poem by the Chinese poet Hsu Hsuan.
I love this poem.
Aa appropriate find for today. Thanks, Leonard.
Glad you like it, John.