The Chinese Official
I awoke to the pungent smell of perfumed wisterias;
Bursting from twisting bines hang masses of purple blooms.
In far away Wuyuan I know Springtime sits upon many
Crowded terraces;
Again I long for you...our cozy little rooms.
Copyright © John Fleming | Year Posted 2020
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