November 26th, 2017
Clad in a monk's woolen robe,
I admire the flowering blossoms.
Today my hair is white,
Last year the flowers were red.
Beauty comes on the morning dew
But fades with the evening breeze.
Why wait for the fallen blossoms
To begin to know the void?
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