The Lady with a Pipa
In a rickshaw I once saw -
A lute player or just geisha,
Or soothing melodies - passion raw.
Yet, what is it will remain - the long elusive sight
Of the Lady and the Pipa she played,
Or melodies that thrilled till the morn of light;
Except within me a delusive dream has stayed.
I never knew but one whose heart could really feel,
And here she lies on a hillock by the stream,
Beneath the blossom her beauty and charm conceal.
All is waste - all just an empty Pipa dream.
Photo Title: The Lady with a Pipa © Yip Cheong Fun / Andrew Yip
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