Your grasses up north are as blue as jade,
Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches;
And at last you think of returning home,
Now when my heart is almost broken....
O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you,
Why part the silk curtains by my bed?
In Spring
Li Po
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Poem topics: green, heart, home, spring, blue, broken, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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