Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
A Passing Wave
Who stops to mourn the passing wave? I have traveled far just to see the shore. Now the tide fails beyond my reach At the sight of sunset my heart breaks.
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Sunset of your heart breaks -
glad thee shall break no-more
as the sun rises on your soul
and bathes it in its glowing love.
A Passing wave
-Hu Ming Ching
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