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Tao Yuanming: Miscellaneous Poem Undated
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"Life has no roots — it drifts like dust on the road… Once fallen to earth we are all brothers; why must kinship be of flesh and blood? The prime of life does not come twice; no day dawns a second time. Act while you may, spur yourself on — the years wait for no one." Running-cursive that swirls across the sheet like wind-borne dust.


















