Time
By Huilan How long since then when the sun set keeps me warm; when palms vanishing off the beach? Now winter again; now years again. I walk into woods as I walk into a fairy book. The deep road leads up to white clouds, and clouds like horses running on prairie. Under a tree, I rest my heart. Cannot remember what time is now. The road takes me to mystery. Sometimes I am cold and hungry; sometimes I see a beautiful deer running by. Cannot tell if I am sad or happy. All is not important: except life and death, nothing really matters. Above my head, there’s still time. Under my feet, there’s still a pass. Nov 29, 2013
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