Tz'U No. 6 (Waiting For You)

Rating: 2.9

To the tune of "Red Lips"

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 followers,
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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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 08 December 2016

I think you missed your beloved by centuries....Loved it Only the fading grassland stretches endlessly toward the horizon; Anxiously I watch the road for your return.

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Martha Lewis 12 January 2005

This is lovely and describes EXACTLY how I feel at this very moment, except for the fact that it isn't spring yet. Beautiful, evocative poem.

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