Behind the red lacquered gates,
Wine is left to sour, meat to rot
Outside these gates lie the bones
Of the frozen and the starved.
The flourishing and the withered
Are just a foot apart-----
In words my heart do ponder on it.
Tu Fu
At summer a tree has spread it's green tiers of foliage outside Your window, spray on spray of Airy leaves that set the sun And shade to dancing on your floor. Through the long summer You came to take it for granted. And almost ceased to see it.
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