Posies of buds under drizzles
of depression rain
under cover of a misty look
as if a ruin from heaven
swaying their battered heads
under ceaseless pain
with their boughs not being able
to hold them back again.
Young blossoms before full bloom
with shrieks of sighs and nonstop swoon
and young leaves shed as corpses
not being able to bear with lashes;
their young dreams
crushed under layers of mud
breaking sleep of birds
with their repeated thud
pounding their hearts
with rough wind and rain
from which it seems
none can recover again! ! !
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