Author Jonathan Chaves Floating clouds and worldly affairs:both are insubstantial.Once out of the city gates,all my worries cease.There are only my feelings for friends left behindwhich will not go away:along the southern bank of Twin CanalsI keep looking back. 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