To the Distant One

Posted by Quixie at 10:41 AM Read our previous post

I try to forget, but it is in vain.
I try to go, but I have no way.
There are no wings on my axles,
My head is covered by white hairs.
I sit and watch the leaves falling,
Or go up to the top of the tower.
Shades hover in boundless twilight:
A vast sadness comes to my eyes.

Po Chu I

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