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Monday, August 14, 2017
Call of the mountain
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You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown,
I have a world apart that is not among men.
- Li Bai
Though these Ladakh mountains in the painting are brown, the essence of the poem still stands. Li Bai touches a cord with his innocent words.
Read more about this ancient Chinese poet on Wikipedia
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