Apothegm 55th Poem by Jiang Haizhou

Apothegm 55th



My somber body is a moving basilica,
Wherever I go (even though it’s desolate and uninhabited there) ,
I can also hear the sound from sufferings,
Which is sending me the signal of crying for help.

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