With gray hair, but no cane.
I walked around the grottoes.
A souls festival,
the Buddha’s life day.
Then, a birthday wish.
Not to think of myself,
but that beauty beyond the sea.
And the end of my journey.
Longman Grottoes
With gray hair, but no cane.
I walked around the grottoes.
A souls festival,
the Buddha’s life day.
Then, a birthday wish.
Not to think of myself,
but that beauty beyond the sea.
And the end of my journey.
A Wandering Poet 