Author Chi-gyu Kim Mountains rise over mountains and smoke from valleys; The dust of the world can never touch the white gulls. The old fisherman is by no means disinterested; In his boat he owns the moon over the west river. 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