POTA TSENG – Musk
The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it…The musk is in the deer,but it seeks it not within itself: it wanders in quest of grass.
Habir
I run as a musk-deer runsin the shadow of the forestmad with his own perfume.The night is the night of mid-May,the breeze is the breeze [...]
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