Wei Zhong Le Poems

The water is like glass,
a fiery sunset shrouded in silver mist

So far from home - solitary, yet never alone
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The sun is almost down.
Night is falling now.

The wide open road stretches ahead for empty miles,
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Once bought a bottle of Johnnie Walker, the big one
at Tokyo duty free shop
with Japanese yen coins scrounged from dusty attic boxes
containing remnants of better days.
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