A poem of the day (1180) "Seven Absolutes" inscription idly enjoying the chrysanthemum incense sleeves, silent night singing kites into the moon. I grabbed a few bunches of light and rolled them into gold thread embroidered shoes. Arms, shoes, flat water rhyme on the flat nine good.
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Poems of the Day (1180)
"Seven Absolutes" title map
Idle garden to enjoy the chrysanthemum fragrant sleeves,
Silent night chimes the moon into the heart.
A few beams of light came with a few,
Roll into gold thread embroidered shoes.
Arms, shoes, flat water rhyme on the flat nine good.
A poem of the day (1180) "Seven Absolutes" inscription idly enjoying the chrysanthemum incense sleeves, silent night singing kites into the moon. I grabbed a few bunches of light and rolled them into gold thread embroidered shoes. Arms, shoes, flat water rhyme on the flat nine good.
A poem of the day (1180) "Seven Absolutes" inscription idly enjoying the chrysanthemum incense sleeves, silent night singing kites into the moon. I grabbed a few bunches of light and rolled them into gold thread embroidered shoes. Arms, shoes, flat water rhyme on the flat nine good.
A poem of the day (1180) "Seven Absolutes" inscription idly enjoying the chrysanthemum incense sleeves, silent night singing kites into the moon. I grabbed a few bunches of light and rolled them into gold thread embroidered shoes. Arms, shoes, flat water rhyme on the flat nine good.
