A Love Song
Through green willows the river slowly flows;
I hear the lad of my heart singing when he rows.
The east’s in the sunbeam while the west rain-caught;
I’m wondering whether he’ll beam up at me or not.
(tran.)
Copyright © Charlie Way | Year Posted 2018
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