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
Lonely Me
Darting across the seaweeds, Is the brilliant angelfish, Gliding down the rocky mountain, Is the bold fearless eagle, Racing across the green meadow, Is the wild runaway horse. And dreaming under the cherry tree, Is the passionate, lonesome me.
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