Poisonous Weeds
Since I was born,
Though I have seen the sun rise
Ten thousand times,
I am still unable
To trust my dear self.
As if to say
The pleasures of this world
Are forever in flux,
The pink of my silk garment
Fades and loses its sheen.
The world of by-gone days
Is deeper than the sea.
I am unable to search out
Either the pearls or the coral.
The frost that might have fallen
On the bridge or on the city street
Fell instead on my heart.
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