The Sitting Bird Cries Toward The Peach Blossoms Poem by Kinsley Lee
The Sitting Bird Cries Toward The Peach Blossoms
The bird knows that the first, the flowers wither
and the next the sweet fruits'll be ripening,
The yellow bird is coming from afar
and perching on the branch, and crying.
How can fruits ripen if you hurry to peach
on the tree you settled on first?
Wait for the right time, so don't lament the season's
late and cry for thirst.
(May,30th,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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