DAY by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream.  
In big black letters I write my name on them and the name of the village where I live.
 
I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and know who I am.
 
I load my little boats with shiuli flowers from our garden, and hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land in the night.
 
I launch my paper boats and lo............