A liquid plant
Planted in the old nostalgia
The roots of water, rooted in
Deep in the heart and memory
The reed drinks water, and the water drinks it
The change of shape and shadow, light and wave
The reed and the water become one
It is a vain reed
So it bows its humble head
In the wind, the reeds rustle and whisper
A meditation book turns nervously
The long hair of the water demon brushes the surface of the water
Its swaying obeys the wind
Respecting the swaying of the water
The swaying is the language of the heart
To the water and far away
But when you faintly hear
The reeds cry out in the depths of the desert
The return of an old wanderer to his hometown
It is the beginning of a new nostalgia
The hometown and the foreign land get up and change places
Water and sand, are two kinds of barren lushness
Slowly stepping into the same sky
About the Creator
Christy R Davis
If you want your dreams to come true, you must first wake up from your dreams.
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