Air The wind of the soul caresses The wacant heart like the north wind upon Da Hou Fang reservoir. Yet,unlike it,there are no ripples, For the heart is dead. The flame of life flickers slowly About the hall of the dead.] Your presence makes its way Into my life,like a Typhoon Into Shi Wu. Lo,there is a breeze in the heart, A faint breathing can yet be sensed. Will the Winds of time fan or extinguishit? Life is but a weak red thread, A whisper upon the southern gale. type of poem is it? 2.Is it happy or sad? 3.what did writer mean? 4.What does it say you?
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Sad.Somebody's dying.