Xue Tao


Willow Catkins - Poem by Xue Tao

In February, light, fine willow catkins
play with people's clothes in spring breeze;
they are heartless creatures,
flying south one moment, then north again.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2012



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