Stepping out
with my
summer shoes.
She blows a kiss
into a mobile phone,
then again.
The first autumn colours,
and closer to the
island mountains.
How carefully
the poet
chooses words.
Morning rain in Xinxiang
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 