Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Thin White Wind

There is a thin wind blowing over the sea;
Its heartache reminds one of something that's free.
You cannot catch it, you cannot find
The unsearchable portions within its mind.
It is neither the sky, bound by traveling stars
Nor the dust breaking over a hot East bazaar.
It is unknown---what makes it the sea
Is the thin white wind blowing wild and free.

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