SHE THINKS OF HIM
I'm a peach tree deep in a gorge,
flowering smiling and nodding to no one
you were the moon high in the night sky
shining down on me one hour and then going on
a razorsharp sword can't cut a stream of water
it foams across the blade, goes on
my thoughts don't stop
they are the stream
they flow
they follow you forever
Li Po
