Cold water trickles past the hut;
A single crow cries near fields of ice:
Tide and wind enter my mind,
Leaving silence to settle.
From A Poem A Day: Asia & the Silk Road


Cold water trickles past the hut;
A single crow cries near fields of ice:
Tide and wind enter my mind,
Leaving silence to settle.
From A Poem A Day: Asia & the Silk Road

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