Perdita Young (Hanna Wang) Poems

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The lovesick wind is blowing
To a lonely flute;
Raindrops from eaves are falling
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Little Bear

My pet cat's named Little Bear,
Agile, fluffy, smart and square.
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Where are you now, my mute friend?
Are you happy in the stranger's hand?
You used to be a source of my fancy joys,
Your rings did create pleasure, like all toys.
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Hustle and bustle each minute of day
Burdened low with trifles entangling.
If stop to wonder and venture ask, as one may,
The reply be: necessary evils, that's the thing!
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If we have to each define
The four seasons left behind,
Then spring is like a map on the sand,
A mystic surely, with her perhaps hand.
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It's quiet now under the lamp small,
When the Autumn Equinox does fall.
Still the rain is dripping from the sky,
Slow is the wind where mosquitoes fly.
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How should I celebrate, this valentine?
In this mass-produced city of mine,
Where nothing can be defined peculiar,
Though of very delicate design…
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Spring is not far off
merely eighty
one petals away.
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I'd break away and shake off the fright,
I'd flee and be gone, not being its prey;
Why should one fear so, of going astray,
When Fate catches the thread of every kite...
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五律 秋趣

中秋白露过，屋前草还青。
偶有花争艳，时闻蜂绕亭。
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