A poem, translated…
Knowing You’re Coming
And Gone in a Jiffy, without Sitting Down, for a Cup of Coffee with Me
Just Tapped My Skirt, and You’re Gone
Not Allowing Me to Get a Clear Look at the Chinese Francolin You Rode on
This just shows, how the breezes of spring come and go so quickly, one minute it’s here, and the next, it’s gone, reminds you that you need to take advantage of the N-O-W, doesn’t it???