The heart beats alone, keeping its own pace
Fear, rage, sorrow — storms beyond our range
The river bows and bends, birthing new space
To die and live again — this constant change
— Wang Ping, “The River in Our Blood”
The heart beats alone, keeping its own pace
Fear, rage, sorrow — storms beyond our range
The river bows and bends, birthing new space
To die and live again — this constant change
— Wang Ping, “The River in Our Blood”
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