Along the riverside, alone and looking at flowers
Not that I love flowers
More than life; simply
Scared that when they
Have faded, I will grow
Old much faster; petals
Scatter too easily;
Better if buds were made
To open up more gradually.
Building carving , Kathmandu,
Tu Fu (618-907 AD)
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