Rowing my boat on the river to the west,
Gathering wild flowers on the way,
If dear passengers wish to hop in,
Do present a flower as the fare.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
A Leaf Ride
I, on the brink of a leaf, Swirling, floating, whirling, From the high branch All the way down to the earth With the wind as my slide, I have no fear of bounce landing.
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