among fields of the land
moving systematically
non stop
its tributaries reach everywhere they need
it's detremental to life
when its running ends
abandoning its duty
waking up will cease
the soul will be wandering
searching for the next life
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
the red river flows
among fields of the land moving systematically non stop its tributaries reach everywhere they need it's detremental to life when its running ends abandoning its duty waking up will cease the soul will be wandering searching for the next life I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |