Boundless grasses over the plain
Come and go with every season;
Wildfire never quite consumes them --
They are tall once more in the spring wind.
Sweet they press on the old high- road
And reach the crumbling city-gate....
O Prince of Friends, you are gone again....
I hear them sighing after you.
Grasses
Bai Juyi
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Poem topics: city, never, spring, wind, sweet, hear, plain, Season, reach, high, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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