Returning To Wuhan Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Returning To Wuhan



The winter gathers cruelly cold

Withering, forlorn, mysteriously

The myriad forms re-appear, aged,

Unravelling, passing endlessly -

Concrete and steel are re-imposed

But the river flows independently.

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