Li Qingzhao

To The Tune Of To Rouge The Lips - Poem by Li Qingzhao

Lonely in my secluded chamber,
A thousand sorrows fill every inch
of my sensitive being.
Regretting that spring has so soon passed,
That rain drops have hastened the falling flowers,
I lean over the balustrade,
Weary and depressed.
Where is my beloved?
Only the fading grassland
stretches endlessly toward the horizon;
Anxiously I watch the road for your return.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012

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