The Locked Garden
The host refuses to open the door though I knock hard,
For he must hate to see shoeprints on the moss in the yard.
Nonetheless he can’t lock in the colors of vigorous spring,
And over the fence is a branch of apricot blossoms blazing.
(Tran.)
Copyright © Charlie Way | Year Posted 2019
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