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
The Moon
Moon of silver bell, You hang like a round lantern Taking over the duty of the sun. You abide us goodnite And send the twinkling stars As our eyes in the darkness. Without you, how dark my path would be!
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