Middle Kingdom
Land of sky and air
Clouds both white and black
Sea turns from green to blue
Wind dries and moves waves
Land old full of new
Here man lives too much
Here we press to light
To die is to live.
Middle Kingdom
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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