Poetry About Hangzhou

Rain smooths West Lake beneath a pale silk sky. Willow branches write green lines across the water. A stone bridge lifts footsteps into reflection. Tea leaves open slowly in a cup above the fields. Old poems travel beside bicycles and glass towers. Hangzhou keeps the past moving through a living city.

Willow branches write green lines across the water. Beauty deepens when history remains part of daily motion. Tea leaves open slowly in a cup above the fields. Even hangzhou keeps more than one meaning in view. The lake reflects each century without choosing one.

Rain smooths West Lake beneath a pale silk sky. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. A stone bridge lifts footsteps into reflection. Old poems travel beside bicycles and glass towers. The lake reflects each century without choosing one. Hangzhou keeps the past moving through a living city.