Fallen Flower
The setting sun is blocked by the parting grief,
Yet, I’m glad to head for remote world in relief.
As decayed fallen flowers are not ruthless stuff,
They turn into earth to make darling buds tough.
(tran.)
Copyright © Charlie Way | Year Posted 2019
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