wet the strings (Photo: Faye Sarras)
Dew fallen collected
in all the days of study
Wet the strings with sighs
In the Earth‘s green cup
waits another spring
with leaves and flowers
Full budding branches
all bound by loving ties.
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by Wei Santang / October 27th, 2024
wet the strings (Photo: Faye Sarras)
Dew fallen collected
in all the days of study
Wet the strings with sighs
In the Earth‘s green cup
waits another spring
with leaves and flowers
Full budding branches
all bound by loving ties.
This article was posted on Sunday, October 27th, 2024 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.
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