Capital

brisk sound, scattering leaves,
enclouded yellow of thousand poles
shallowness, yet depth
at the same time


the stretching hills, hidden rivers
at where the devils drink
and bears swooping
upstreaming salmon

shrine's bell echoes through the autumn air
in the golden green forest
endless stairs
and seven arches


the sacred city the fox lies
by the unfooted cascade
where hath even time be stopped.

by Julia and V

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