Mist on the purple mountains
The ice in the air
Water, like tiny fountains
Drip and dribble there
Quiet like the river
Large as the sea
Loving as the giver
Giving much to thee
Elusive as a bird,
From heights unknown to man
The real beauty blurred
In the mist it plans
Mist on the fiery mountains
No ice in the air
No water in tiny fountains
Only fire, fire is there.



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