Meeting Benches World art in all forms
GULL
On the bank of the river gull sings in the cold, no other places, just to himself. It refuses, reflects, down hostile jade honors, with wing feathers, chasing a desire for love, a spear, a puppy in exchange has snow and darkness and showers for bathing. The wind grows, rises to the center of the storm, where only a few know the ocean well from above, and feels transparent shadow, reflected the sun’s screams lonely and desolate.
(Du Fu)
