The lake rises and spring is getting richer day by day.
I am amazed at the acacia trees on the shore that
day by day tends to cave in.
My father's head was covered with pear blossoms.
He dreamed that the big fish, which he met when he was young
He dreamed that the fish he had met when he was young had come to the lake to look for him.
Mother stayed up all night, muttering to herself.
"My life is no match for the bracelet I was given in marriage."
They rowed the boat in their old age.
They rowed along the deep green grass, looking for the old paradise of the smoky waves.
The wooden paddle stirred the lake.
The spring breeze is speechless, blowing the past.
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Ann M Hollins
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