Peach

by Anne Birrell
Winds come blowing leaves astir,
Winds go, and I fear for flowers wounded
Red blooms shining now in splendor
Shine richer in sunlight caress

Singing boys at dusk rehearse their tunes,
Roving girls by night sew their coats
How will I lessen the tears of spring
That could break a lover's heart?
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Language: 
English
Author of original: 
Shen Y├╝eh
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