white clouds above earth
will you stop your wandering
to the distant crowd
as you gather fumes
from the greenery landscapes
in time's horizon
my heart is lonely
when the moon is near and full
in the tonight skies
white clouds come and go
each hidden in a meaning
yin and yang it's true
dark clouds someone's birth
deprived of understanding
no hurrah applaud
thy withering blooms
broken down in soured grapes
dull and darkly tone
reaching in day only
with pastured sheep's blackest wool
whom the flocks despise
dark cloud you may glow
though to others not changing
yin and yang of Mu
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