Saturday, July 28, 2007
The silk road
MId-summer sounds of locusts through the window
late morning haze of summer fills the sky
here in Beijing stand many a pine & willow
there in the distance how goes your July?
we chat on phone & g-talk fairly often
it's gradually I glimpse your point of view
outside dogs bark cars honk if feelings soften
I'll send what bird to tell my tale to you?