分类: My like |
What could make
thou meet me
At the prime of
my beauty
For this I've
been praying before the Buddha
For five
centuries
May this
worldly affinity be true
So the Buddha
turned me into a tree
Growing in the
path of thy way
Carefully fully
blooming the tree
And in the
sun
Every flower is
my earnest prayer of yesterday
When thou art
stepping closely
Please listen
respectfully
That trembling
foliage is the zeal of my waiting
At length thou
art passing bu without hearing
Oh my
love
They are not
petals
But all my
withering heart
Paving the
earth
At the back of
thee
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