Ran

by Anya   Mar 2, 2019


Drunk high on desire
Rich memories of you
You gallant cruel liar
A brisk heavenly brew

Leaving no goodbye
Where persimmon leaves blow
Now here you lie
Beneath gray snow

Although I asked
You did not stay
Nor reason you passed
Merely could not say

And though the vine
Of may bells ring
Thy marigolds bless wine
And bring soft spring

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