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Spring forest flowers are so charming.
Spring birds pour out grief.
Spring winds come with exuberant love—
they lift up my silk skirt.
poem by Zi Ye
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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I hold my skirt, sash untied
and stand before the window with unpainted eyebrows.
Silk clothes fly open so easily.
If my skirt opens, I’ll blame the spring wind!
poem by Zi Ye
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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