I saw two lovers
on the bridge.
She with her
crescent earrings.
And he,
idolizing his muse
and all the prisons
of the heart.
As they kissed,
I hid myself
in the shadows.
And longed for your
face, to look upon.
Like the first sighting.
Love in Hohhot
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 