Modern poetry stuck in the world

Where the night was born.

The sun will rise from the horizon.

There are wasteland everywhere, and you and I bring rain.

I'm a bard.

Holding the soil of my hometown

Scattered into the sky

Even if I stay in this world

A lonely boat gave birth to me.

The wind fell gently on my face.

The sunshine is warm and the water waves are calm.

Go with the flow all one's life

Put me and the boat in a drift bottle.

Come to the dream

A boat, a petal, a sigh.

Where there are rivers and land.

Collect some light words, thoughts and love.

The lonely boat is full.

The sunset has been drifting.

I've been drifting, too

I'm a bard.

I am an old blind man.

Looking around for hometown

Where does the soil come from and where do the flowers come from?

Keep flowers and dirt in your heart.

Extend your heart to the sea.

But I'm still stuck in this world