Sometimes when the
day comes on.
The sails unfurl, towards
the great, unfathomable sea.
This time I will clamber on,
gliding out beyond the sticks.
Towards that blue craft,
we have named ours.
The spirit of Qu Yuan
Sometimes when the
day comes on.
The sails unfurl, towards
the great, unfathomable sea.
This time I will clamber on,
gliding out beyond the sticks.
Towards that blue craft,
we have named ours.
A Wandering Poet 