When withering climbs the treetops.
When the geese leave loneliness behind.
When the haze is troubled by depression?
Blind?
Wandering all your life? ...
Winter? Ben is not depressed.
Who is it? Chewing jade?
Who is it? Sigh at the dust ......
This is a short modern poem I wrote. I didn't see you asking for a modern poem before, so I sent you a quatrain. Now I hope I can help you! )