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The Boat
I must launch out my boat .
The languid hours pass by on the
shore.,...Alas for me!
The spring has done its flowering and taken leave.
And now with the burden of faded furtile flowers I wait and
linger.
The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane
the yellow leave flutter and love.
What emptiness do you gaze upon!
Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air with the notes of the far-away song floating from the other shore?
© Taniya
The languid hours pass by on the
shore.,...Alas for me!
The spring has done its flowering and taken leave.
And now with the burden of faded furtile flowers I wait and
linger.
The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane
the yellow leave flutter and love.
What emptiness do you gaze upon!
Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air with the notes of the far-away song floating from the other shore?
© Taniya
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