ON the day when lotuses bloom,
Alas, my mind was straying,
Unaware of the beauty near,
Their petals left unused.
A sadness would偶尔 envelop me,
From dreams, I'd start and notice
The sweet scent of the south wind,
A hint of something distant.
That elusive fragrance, oh, how it yearned,
In the heart's core, it did resonate,
A longing, a completion sought,
Summer's breath, a passionate wait.
I did not know then, how close it was,
Mine to cherish, to call my own,
That perfect sweetness, blooming deep,
Within the recesses of my heart, alone.
