Not Remembering Which Day - Poem by Kong Yin
Not remembering which day
I began to write poetry,
I recall only that it rained.
in front of a gate,
trembling, waiting for the sky to clear.
Around the gate I walked
into a desolate yard
where fallen petals covered the ground.
Piece by piece I picked them up
and placed them on my heart.
That day I was soaked.
Coming out of the yard,
I turned into a poet.
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