Find Me Whenever You Sadden Me
It’s a summer’s starry night,
Sitting by the dog, barking in the street.
It’s a summer’s fair mid day,
Sitting by the goats’ flock
Grazing along the slanting mead.
It’s a spring’s fore noon,
Seeing sadly of the stony shore
The sprinting of the snowy stream.
It’s an autumn’s afternoon,
Lost in the harvested fields’ hollow.
It’s a mid summer’s evening,
Walking over the grassy path
A slow walk to the paddies.
It’s a late summers’ evening,
Standing by the willows’ clump
Listening to the gossiping sparrows.
It’s a spring’s morning,
Welcoming,
Following to the far:
The nomads, their buffaloes, chained dogs
And horses adorned.
Or if a snowy winter’s night,
Walking to the wild ‘skirts,
Accompanying the barking b*itch.
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