Climbing The Stork Kiock.

Poem By Albert Wong

(Climbing the stork Kiock) by Wang Zhihuan

the pale yellow river is running toward the sea
since I want to look at the end of the earth
which is hundreds of miles away
well I have to climb these steps to do that

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