Wistful, away from my friends and kin,
Through mist and fog I float and float
With the sail that bears me toward Lo-yang.
In Yang-chou trees linger bell-notes of evening,
Marking the day and the place of our parting. . . .
When shall we meet again and where?
. . .Destiny is a boat on the waves,
Borne to and fro, beyond our will.
translated by Witter Bynner & Kiang Kang-hu
A writer inspired by nature and human nature
A bit of this and that
Smiling • Writing • Dreaming
Heart of gold, stardust soul. Wearing a smile like a loaded gun.
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I do not TRUST, I BELIEVE. 😄
Smile. I write my feelings. true and honest and simple.
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I LEAVE YOUR ROAD TO WALK ON MY GRASS.
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