docofsoul , what a thoroughly apt alternate sobriquet oristar
apologies for the changes given i dont have access to the original shi
The morning mist greets heavy cloud
On days so filled with sorrow
That ashes left on golden stoves
Wish camphols scent tomorrow.
Moot festivals of double 9
Hang as portents on the veil
Like clinging jaded pillow talk
To some midnight icy rail.