Author Jonathan Chaves White clouds, I cannot see their end, leaning emptily on the tower's balustrade. At midnight, a wild goose flies by: the place he is coming from is Ch'ang-an. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments