Stories and Poems on Postcards Project
Sending out postcards to people who return them to me with a story or poem on it
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Tuesday, 28 July 2015
Wandering by Phoebe Wai
I cannot sleep at night so I play qin.
The thin curtain reflects the light moon,
wind breeze me.
A lonely goose shouts in the wild;
a bird cries in the north forest.
What would I see if I go wandering?
Worry and sadness alone.
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