Alone in her room, A girl embroideres silk flowers.When, suddenly, she hears the sound of a distant flute …
She shudders.
She imagines a young man talking to her about love.
Through the paper from the window,
The shadow of a leaf of rose bushes rests on her lap …
She closes her eyes and dreams that a hand tears her dress.
Tag: #Philosopher
” Unknown bird “
One evening, I breathed the fragrance of the flowers along the river.
The wind brought me the song of a distant flute.
To answer him, I cut a branch of willow,
And the song of my flute rocked the night charmed.
Since that evening, every day,
At a time when the campaign is falling asleep,
The birds hear responding to their song that of an unknown bird, Of which , however, they understand the language.
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