Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Ghost

When you came from the river your hair was still wet
And I watched it dry in the summer breeze
Watched as each strand came slowly undone
Unable to keep the shape to which it clung.

- Hu Ming-Xiang

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Buddy, why don't you tell your friend Hu Ming-Xiang that a book is due? It has been quite a long wait after 'Etudes'
Cheers

Priyanka said...

I *love * this one (just a little more than the others) :)