We visited a market yesterday, in New Taipei City, and saw these wonderful prints in the pavement 🙂 Advertisements
The wind that blows the branches,
Of the tree you sit with,
Next to your love.
A white friend,
You dreamt of,
When your friend was grey.
A poem I wrote whilst riding a typical bus in Taipei.
A poem I wrote whilst watching a little girl playing with a Frozen balloon.
A poem I wrote whilst on the subway in Taipei.
A poem I wrote two days before Christmas, sitting in a park in Taipei.
A poem I wrote about taking out the trash in Taipei.