The banana with tears played all the desolating
The love empty to be written and the dream was full of sorrow
The wind in the South Ridge was sparse and the willows were softer
The flowers were not fragmentary and the moon was bright on the East Slope
Metric New Poetry ● Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai
The 10,999th Two Pairs of Couplets, 11/18/2020