First morning in Hong Kong.🙏
Boats and a planet,
the sea glints –
beneath a lovers brow.
Dry autumn morning,
with a fine haze.
She comes back to me,
every part of her.
Hong Kong morning
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 