Shang a dang dang - Lambchop
Wearing of mist
Glowing
Pink and purple
In the afternoon light
Sprawling from a hub
The gave way
To patches of green
The wine colored country
Unfolded as we tumbled
Into our rooms
And our travel kinks
Floated away
As we stroked the sunrise
Stained the lake
A hazy pink
And the jade tree green rivers
Or the apple trees
In the thought of wearing
Our sun screen
And evergreens
Are layered
Like feathers
At your feet
Nothing but a blur
From a bullet train
A picturesque
Old teahouse
With a carp pond
As be trundled out
Of the tunnel
As be trundled out
Of the tunnel
