Red beans grow in the south
In spring they put out shoots.
Gather a lapful for me–
And doing it, think of us.
translated by Gary Synder
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Always nice to read romance connected with the natural cycle of plants. Spring makes my heart and mind think of love. 🙂
I think that’s only natural.
poignant
Glad you liked it, Maureen.
Wonderful!
I’m glad you think so
Red beens r not for shooting.God may save alls.
The “shoots” are new plants.
Oh,then, no need to worry.
Good hopeful poem belonged a new future.very lovely.i had reply wrong yesterday because still now ,my heart was fearing from bombing at istambul.
I’m glad you reread it.
Thanks n welcome.