Waiting For Her
Golden chrysanthemums littered the frozen ground,
fading grasslands stretched towards the horizon,
rain sifted through the apple trees,
a mournful cuckoo lamented the dying spring.
I leaned over the ornate balustrade,
a thousand memories filled my heart,
the glistening river painted her face,
gusty breezes brought her enthralling fragrance.
The shadows of sunset gathered around me,
nostalgic thoughts rippled through my mind;
rain drops prattled on the lonely road;
I scanned the road awaiting her return.
An empty wine jug shattered the silence,
the cruel darkness swallowed the past;
I again found myself drunk and alone,
in the flickering glow of a blurred candle.
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