Dew on the hidden orchid.
like crying eyes.
Nothing ties a love knot,
flowers in mist I cannot bear to cut.
Grass like the carriage cushion,
pines like the carriage roof,
the wind is her skirt,
the waters, her pendants.
A carriage with oiled sides
awaits in the evening.
Cold azure candle
struggles to give light.
At the foot of West Mound
wind blows the rain.
translated by Stephen Owen
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Leonard Durso 
Beautiful quote
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Excellent quote thanks for sharing 😊👌
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It’s pleasure of mine stay blessed ❣️💕
Blessings to you, too.
Thank you 🥰🥰
Beautiful thought on tomb of dear one.💕🙏💕
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