He Painted Me Before I Was Born

There is haze in the air above the river.
The sun is enormous, setting within it.
The river is silently making its way
Between the towering limestone cliffs.
A bird's calling somewhere, a single bird,
And its voice echoes back from off
Of the cliffs. From my place in
A boat I pole in the river, I feel
As if I'm Dong Yuan.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-03-11 at 13:52

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