REMEMBERING YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOFT HANDS


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I

At the Garden of life
We had an accidental encounter
We improvised with spirits of poetry
To find each other ready for love
With Spring we changed into each other
Won! Won! Won!
Right! Right! Right!

II

Like the affirmation of Peach blossoms
The hard-hearted people could not understand
How we met in the garden, or
Faced the morning wind, together
For a time, but shunning questions
We lived fully until we parted ways
For new gardens, new flowers and the same wind

III

One only realizes everything ends
In prosperity, before death, for that is when
We best recollect all our friends and lovers
I who cannot regret the heartland or family sacrifice
Spring is the same old, in other hands and smiles.

Poetry