Breeze soft, sun frail, spring still early.
In a new lined dress my heart was refreshed,
But when I rose from sleep I felt a chill.
I put plum blossoms in my hair.
Now they are withered.
Where is my homeland?
I forgot it only when drunk.
The sandal wood incense burned out while I slept.
Now the perfume has gone,
But the wine has not gone.
To The Tune
Li Ching Chao
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Poem topics: hair, heart, rose, sleep, spring, sun, early, soft, dress, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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