Winter Wait

With their most tender touches, snowflakes
Have painted the whole night white
Including the darkest corner in sight
                          Even within a forgotten dream

Except the plum tree, standing alone there
                    Under the eastern sky, whose
Flowers are blooming boldly against
The entire season, more vibrant than blood

 

 

 Changming Yuan

 

 

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