The night silence murmurs.
Knowing the sad fate of the poet.
Outside the Wei river
flows continuously.
Clouds turn into rain.
And a magpie has two wings.
A young soul flapping.
No wonder,
I can’t sleep tonight.
Sleepless nights
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 