Lychee blackberry of sweetest variety
Shouts the vendor
They look juicily nice
But when I ask the price
Find it too high.
Why them forgone
Summer's yields live short
I lay my hand on one
They are money's worth.
And I think of my place
In next year's summer days
What if I vacate this space
Nothing forever stays.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aha! Take and enjoy the pleasures of each day. For you are so correct in that we never know what can happen in a moments time! Love this poem. Adding to my list of favorites!