In the Imperial Gardens,
the willows bent and sighed,
sharing court secrets heard nearby.
Dipping leaves in the water as it languished,
slipping, bubbling musically, on it’s way.
The carp played hide and seek,
away from the majestic eagle eyes.
With courtesans, twittering like birds,
walking sedately by arm in arm,
leaving scented remembrances behind.
All is at peace in this garden, at this time.
© 2022 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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