poems by George Freek
I look at my past (after Tu Fu) I stare at mysteries in the air. Clouds drift in pairs, but their life is as brief
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I look at my past (after Tu Fu) I stare at mysteries in the air. Clouds drift in pairs, but their life is as brief
I look at my life (After Su Tung Po) Through a night vaster than the sea, I walk under trees hung with sagging leaves.