Old church doors
across the street.
Not creaking for anyone.
The Songhua River,
quite through bare trees….
never quite full.
Yet faintly, between the space,
a dutar plays a song.
A small patch of grass
surprises me as I turn.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 6:56 AM UTC
Old church doors
across the street.
Not creaking for anyone.
The Songhua River,
quite through bare trees….
never quite full.
Yet faintly, between the space,
a dutar plays a song.
A small patch of grass
surprises me as I turn.