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”