A Head-Hidden Poem

Author: Tinglou

Though Fellow Daoist Tinglou kept a low profile, he was in fact a great talent as well.

Milk tea in a cup savored through Hundred Refinements; Dragon soared and tiger leapt between the characters. You needed feeling and loyalty to be true; For all one's lofty skill, it was still in vain. Time passed—more than a hundred years with a backward smile; Home already held three delicate wives. Seeing through the red dust, one flew away as an immortal? Seeing all the mortal world, one chose to remain?

Milk Dragon, stop spending all your days amid wine and women and forgetting about us. Drop by the book review section when you have time. We haven't seen you in days—I miss you to death. I threw together a head-hidden poem for you.