My artificial flowers
I send home to you.
My small bronze lions
I place by your door.
Myself, I sit at the foot of the stair –
an Eastern pearl lost
in the roaring sea of the great city
My artificial flowers
I send home to you.
My small bronze lions
I place by your door.
Myself, I sit at the foot of the stair –
an Eastern pearl lost
in the roaring sea of the great city