Lute Poem by Po Chu-I

Lute



My lute set aside
on the little table
Lazily I meditate
on cherishing feelings
The reason I don't bother
to strum and pluck?
There's a breeze over the strings
and it plays itself

Thursday, September 30, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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