Author Richard John Lynn With clothes shaken out at Pure Sound Pavilion, Pines and cassias singing softly in the breeze, I sit and face the great peak of Mount Omei, As clouds disperse, revealing the remaining snow. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments