Friday, May 5, 2023

What use is war?

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In the night had come a whirlwind
In the blooming jasmines' garden,
In my mind along with them.
In my room then, the latch given,
Inattentive, I'd been seated.

Blows the roaring gale has stricken;
Wounded mind's trembling has risen.
Boughs in bloom, breaking, have fallen,
Shedding tears in distress.

Many blooms have been lost in cyclone and torrent;
Floated has a heady-scented pollen.
To which place unknown have they departed...
On just that I ponder every moment.

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