The Color Doesnt Matter
A plum tree blooms by my inkstone-washing sink,
And every blossom is stained with the light ink.
Though lack of bright colors for people to praise,
It fills the world with pure fragrance and rays.
(tran.)
Copyright © Charlie Way | Year Posted 2018
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