As the early spring, sun sets,
A cold wind blows on the trees with no leaves.,
Envying flowers, the chill thru the air,
And it fully permeate and pervade in the sleeves.
No matter how cold, the moon, shines
On the fully drooped and outstretched branches,
While the apricot blossoms dance
In white, scattering fragrance from the branches.
(Apr.,22nd,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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