Gobi Explorer
King Ling College, Ivy Wing Yan Ho, Poetry: Group 4
My world flled with sand,
Diffcult for me to stand.
Trekking across the dead Silk Road,
with the camel that I rode.
The place I stood was an empire,
with sand covering its desire.
It was like a celebrated singer,
being killed by its poor behaviour.
How long it took to win a battle
for building a world of nomadic peoples?
Blood splashing onto the sand and horses trampling on.
That’s how the winner was born.
All I can see is an endless road
that I am the only tree on a sandy hill.
Don’t know how far I should go.
All I know is keep my ode.
