a Romantic poem by Sang
She stood by in stolen grace,
as the wind and shifting Sun
moved from west to east,
to be returned by days past,
as twilight’s mourning comes in twisted sight.
As the chirping pheasants whispered secrets in empty stares,
She remained to listen to the world.
When the seasons came and went,
only she remained to see
a world reborn by Summer’s Eve.
Sang is a junior. He says, “The day I learn how to fly is the day I lose my humanity, for humanity is ingenuity. If I could fly, where would the fun be to explore where I could already see?”