WHYGARDEN twelve
As if a fantastical journey
Unlike the countless repetitions of this world
That air yearning for freedom
Like dancing phalaenopsis orchids
In the spring breeze intoxicating the tender green dawn
Flying toward places bright with daylight
White clouds drifting
Warm sunlight lingering long
The floating fragrance of flowers in the wind
Is the spring prelude to the story
Turn the pages in your hand
Words awaken spring's dawn
Sunlight falls on the clear zither
As if the notes themselves turn transparent
Pack away the memories of winter
Await a breath of March's messenger wind
Await the primrose's creeping growth
You will hear spring's song
Singing gently upon the heart
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