Zeng Han Jun
Fall Of The Blossom Flowers - Poem by Zeng Han Jun
Lying on the ground, not a single sound.
Facing the sky, the clouds passes by.
The trees rustled and there’s no strength in my muscles.
Blossom flowers floating gently, staring at them intently.
Seeing the beautiful flowers, at my last hours.
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