On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
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This one reminds me of a poem of my own, reminds me of archetypes. Neighbor's forsythia- blossoms mostly withered- where have I been looking? Glen Kappy
such a beautiful poem are vaa it makes me the feel of lotus in the pond thankyou poem hunter