Author Jonathan Chaves They say that once it mirrored palace ladies,their jade-white hands tugging the rope—flowers decked with dew!Today, the mountain is deserted:a monk draws water alone,one jarful, cold, for flowers to offer Buddha. 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