Your grasses up north are as blue as jade,
Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches;
And at last you think of returning home,
Now when my heart is almost broken....
O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you,
Why part the silk curtains by my bed?
Another beauty, Don
ReplyDeleteThank you Don. A lot has happened since we last spoke. I managed to salvage this blog out of the rubble of my life. Great peaceful greetings this fair Spring season.
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