JTC (Jan 21,1960 / Sibu, Sarawak, Borneo East Malaysia)

To The Tune Of Happy Event Is Nigh

The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high.
Outside my screen, petals collect in heaps of red
and snow-white.
This reminds me that after the blooming of the cherry-apple tree.
It is time of lament the dying spring.
Singing and drinking have come to an end;
jade cups are empty;
Lamps are flickering.
Hardly able to bear the sorrows and regrets of my dreams,
I hear the mournful cry of the cuckoo.

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John I enjoyed your unsual poem. Thank you.