Ballads Of Four Seasons: Winter

The courier will depart next day, she's told.
She sews a warrior's gown all night.
Her fingers feel the needle cold.
How can she hold the scissors tight?
The work is done, she sends it far away.
When will it reach the town where warriors stay?

by Li Po

Comments (2)

............wonderfully penned...adding to my favorites ★
that is so kool i wish i could write like that