Festival of Stars (continued)
O Heavenly River!
If only my love like thine
Need not be hidden from human eyes,
I shall not lament.
There is a means of
Cleaving stones and cutting steel,
But there is no way of damming
The surging waves of the human heart.
Thoughts Adrift
Looking up to the sky
Where the wind sighs
In the pagoda tree,
I think of the age of the stars
That know no age.
A Stream of Thoughts
A thousand and one thoughts
Stream through me
And wear my heart away.
Would that my heart had
A switch to turn them off!
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