A Little Flower - Poem by Kong Yin
A little flower
opens in the wilderness.
Around her nothing
but a few trees,
some sparse grass.
Before a gentle breeze
she bows in reverence;
while the sun sneaks up
she contemplates her own breath.
Unfettered, she desires nothing.
The expression on her face
recalls the last philosopher
on this lonely Earth.
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