Part 2 — Changing Love
Reading edition
My love for her at first was like the smoke that drifts Across the marshes From burning woods. But, after she had gone, It was like the lotus that lifts up Its heart shaped buds from the dim waters.
Reading edition
My love for her at first was like the smoke that drifts Across the marshes From burning woods. But, after she had gone, It was like the lotus that lifts up Its heart shaped buds from the dim waters.