Meditation In The Dead Of Night

being a Rover & wanderer
I have no where to dwell
stopping in front of a well
leaves fall in autumn
and I raise my head
plenilune glitters in awesome
but I feel a bit upset
cos I am solitary, alone
far far away from home

(this is a famous tang poem in ancient china by Li Bai)

by John Zxj

Comments (1)

An absolutely wonderful piece, Hassanal. Thank you for sharing. Peace