Sail spread, you're ready
to depart on autumn waters,
to enter a deep, far realm
between realms.
Away from the Eastern Sea
so many years-
today your return
begins in China.
While absent from home,
your hair's turned white;
but at wave's end
blue hills will rise.
Separated by water,
we'll be in each other's thoughts;
but no letters
to distract your quiet life.
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