Poetry Diary
Too late to say goodbye,
Spring has gone far,
The flowers are reluctant to bloom,
Not the sin of the wind,
merely
For, wait a "summer".
Too late to find,
Casual encounters,
The flowers scramble,
Not the urging of the wind,
For, look at a "summer".
Too late to stay,
Group photo in time,
The flowers greeted each other with smiling faces,
Not the retention of the wind,
In order, leave a "summer".
