Li Ching Chao

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To The Tune - Poem by Li Ching Chao

Breeze soft, sun frail, spring still early.
In a new lined dress my heart was refreshed,
But when I rose from sleep I felt a chill.
I put plum blossoms in my hair.
Now they are withered.
Where is my homeland?
I forgot it only when drunk.
The sandal wood incense burned out while I slept.
Now the perfume has gone,
But the wine has not gone.

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/16/2015 11:53:00 AM)

    Nice poem................10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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