Author Hiroaki Sato No more sooty dust soiling our clothes,just outside the city gate we are relaxed.The water lettuce grows fat, greening the little bank.Wild roses emit a fragrance all across the hedge. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments