DRINKING ALONE ON A SPRING DAY
THINKING OF J.K.
A soft wind blows down
from the north, peach blossoms hang
over the wall only blue sky
where I lay and watch
the river go by
A poet’s life has some hard times
until we will meet again, somewhere
and get drunk sing
our sorrows away
and from our cups
a thousand poems will fall
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