Late Spring Poem by Yuan Zhen

Late Spring

Rating: 2.9


Calm day through the thin curtain, swallows talking fast.
Pairs of fighting sparrows kick up dust on the steps.
Wind at dusk, a brushwood gate swings shut.
Flowers dropp their last petals. No one notices.

Friday, August 17, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,wind
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