There's always something awakened
by the wind, in this small courtyard,
even we all miss the season.
Found everywhere, following the fallen flowers,
are the sighs not to be gathered.
Along these soft branches, where butterflies
stop on their journey for a rest, let us sit down
like two green fruits watching for each other
and making honey out of loneliness.
About the author:
Bao Bao is a poet from Gansu province. He is the author of five poetry collections.