A sonnet composed on our love’s grave.

O, look at this blooming red apple tree,
Pleasant green boughs dancing with singing bird,
Lush grass, sparkling creek and our soul swirls free,
In starry nights, united our hearts purred.
We sow its seed as token of our love,
Alone, I visit this cemetery,
European garlands waving above,
Shed my tears, watering sweet memory.

Ah! creamy butterfly sucking nectar,
One apple flower wavers with the breeze,
Clouds whisper, gentle rain starts with fervor,
Sky with surroundings sob, all spirits squeeze.
Scents of red wreaths some fresh others decay,
I long to see you here again one day.

© 韩瑞雅 Han Rui Ya


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韩瑞雅 Han Rui Ya

Loves learning, reading, writing and teaching.

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