Author Jonathan Chaves Sand birds fly east, they flee the spread net; my boat bobs in pursuit of them, no matter how far! The Yüeh mountains are green, green, the Yüeh girls so white: from now on, both of them will trouble my dreaming soul. 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