To the Young Saviour
Then you touched the qin,
When the wanderer's way lost
When the silence ruled in the dark
Violating his impatience of trembling lip,
For the sake of the day's wasted deathbed
Let's say he didn't die, he doesn't die
It's your qin or your heartbeat that
Keeps him warm for a while.
And now even if the sound of your hand stops
If the child's play bores his little being
I know better to rehearse the evening prayer of soul to soul,
Recite my succour once again.
YOU ARE READING
Untamed
PoetryIt's about Right and Wrong, Fair and Foul, Black and White but in the end it's about you and me Lan Zhan [These poems either convey the story of WWX and LWJ or are inspired by them(but not necessarily follow the course of their story)]
