As evening arrives, sorrow visits.
Your phantom, yearned for throughout the day
never appeared.

As evening arrives, sorrow visits.
Your phantom, yearned for throughout the day
never appeared.
Standing quietly by the fence,
you smile your wondrous smile.
I am speechless, and my senses are filled
by the sounds of your beautiful song,
beginningless and endless.
I bow deeply to you.
~Quach Thoai (describing the appearance of a dahlia: Thich Nhat Hanh, Fragrant Palm Leaves)