The last glistening flake of snow
Slips down the edge of the mistletoe
And mingles with the dust below.
The last shrivelled up lotus petal
Into the depths of water settles
Dragged along with the river's flow.
The last call of the flirtatious cuckoo
Disappears in the scorching Loo
As does the moth in the lantern glow;
The last fragment of hope flies
Away into the misty skies
Leaving a world of grief below.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Salt And Ink
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