The tree with unknown flowers
Stood by the village road
That passes through the wood.
The flowers were hanging
Like the golden strings.
I stood and spent
Some moments under the tree.
I asked a farmer the name of the tree.
But he didn't know.
I asked the tree
If she knew her name.
The tree said me nothing.
The leafless tree clad in flowers
Stood like a newly wed bride.
It seemed to me that her beloved
Went in search of water for her.
The tree is waiting for his return.
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