Colors at the Horizon
Dawn and dusk—colors at the horizon,
Year after year—threads of gray at the temples.
The river moon knows not that people quietly change,
Yet its pure radiance still illuminates poems of old years.
Solo Travel
Of mountains, seas, stars—and solitude, and freedom.
Dawn and dusk—colors at the horizon,
Year after year—threads of gray at the temples.
The river moon knows not that people quietly change,
Yet its pure radiance still illuminates poems of old years.
© A Solitary Glow