
"abandoned"****************
for quite a long time
my green hands have turned yellow
wilted flowers have grown in my heart
my mind has had just frozen meats
and I cannot find food
in the garden or sky
I am too tired to trim shrubs and hedges
no one shovels the soil
new clothes are still in moth-balls
old newspapers are all over the floor
and I have lost interest in my mailbox
the alarm clock has lost its voice
the scarecrow has lost its dignity
while no bird still builds a nest in the weeping willow
I give up hang my soul in the closet
and close the door to spring
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