The poetry of Wei Ying-wu
visiting the ferry in the western suburbs again
Where the river winds i reflect on my travels
a traveller lost in remniscence again
the moon last night was so lovely
I've come back to see it in the waves
birds won't roost where they feel afraid
or a fragrance spread where it's cold
when will i hold someone's hand again
the flowers overhead look like sleet
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