The fading spring river,
gives way to a golden
wind that bends.
And under the sea
a poet becomes human again.
For love and for hate,
I say goodbye to
the black winter trees.
A lily out of water
The fading spring river,
gives way to a golden
wind that bends.
And under the sea
a poet becomes human again.
For love and for hate,
I say goodbye to
the black winter trees.
A Wandering Poet 