Come, let’s go.
And walk by the Wei
Cracking the winter sun.
In this world of colour.
A love grown thick
and fireflies singing.
The softest rumble
seeding everything.
A river less frozen
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 