Summer Flowers

Alone I stand,

The paulownia tree swaying in the wind,

With clusters of purple fringed flowers.

Whilst dancing at will,

She is so lovely.

How I wish that I could become a tuft of mimosa beside her,

Thereout, I could dance with her.

Did she ever feel lonely?

I imagine no,

There is no missing pieces around her.

I lose myself in her enchanting aroma,

Which redolend of the breath of my childhood in midsummer.

So sweet.

She dedIcated her all to Spring,

Howbeit, she cannot go with the breeze.

So helpless.

Ultimately,

When she shedding all her flowers in the wind,

Will she be happy or melancholy?

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