xianhong wuu


The March - Poem by xianhong wuu

The colorful street and
The smile of my sweet lover
I always in our boat in the March
How warm it is

Our smoke from the chimneys rises slowly
Even if we live in the wilderness
And we will look for our wellspring anywhere we in
We always enjoy the sound of crow
Every morning, around the village

How much stories of the girl lived in the other side of the river
And the peach flowers beside her house
The stories always juicy and the flowers always vivid

Sometimes the music is melancholic and fevered
But it is always beautiful


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 1, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 2, 2011


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