I live by the river yet never walk its banks.
Not that they’d miss me particularly—
after all, I would just be another pair of soles
trampling on their peace between the tides.
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I live by the river yet never walk its banks.
Not that they’d miss me particularly—
after all, I would just be another pair of soles
trampling on their peace between the tides.
More words to ponder at maciejmodzelewski.com
If the soul were made of Jingdezhen porcelain, would life taste like a sip of yùjiāng when we sang wildly, waiting for the moon, and no longer cared when the tune was done? But you never answered; only your eyes asked: How could I ever forget the narrows of the river?