BITTER WINDS

Bitter winds blow; clouds drift towards the horizon
Reeds shuffle; the cold river murmurs on as it flow.
The hillside is empty; guavas are out of season.
I wander alone; I have no companion.
In the secluded path, old leaves are yellowing
Year after year I think of you as I watch hatchlings grow wings.
At twilight I return to my bed
I feel so lonely; tears dash from my head.

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