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Poesia #10131

Where Emerald Meets the Shroud

The emerald ridges rise to drink the dew,
Then vanish in a sea of pearly hue.
A thousand gorges hidden in the shroud,
Where silent pines are married to the cloud.

Is it a dream, or stone that stands so high?
We breathe the tea-scent drifting through the sky.
The world below is lost without a trace,
Within this vast, eternal, breathing space.
Prompt: 庐山 云雾