Slender grasses,
A breeze on the riverbank,
The tall mast
Of my boat alone in the night.
Stars hang
All across a vast plain.
The moon leaps
In the Great River’s flow.
My writing
Has not made a name for me,
And now, due to my age and illness,
I must quit my official post.
Floating on the wind,
What do I resemble?
A solitary gull
Between the heavens
and the earth.
Greg Whincup
A solitary gull – Between the heavens and the earth.
Peace,
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