mankam-lau
Maybe some of my words are not very suitable, / Or there will be some mistakes in my poems. / Sincerely looking forward different comments. / E-mail: [email protected]
Chilly wind has crossed
I go to see who fly past
A witch if poss
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
Flow in a long stream,
I fall into a deep dream.
Waving smoke with rosy glow,
Lightly red the bamboo grove;
In the brilliant gloam,
I see some fire worms,
They shine, they light,
Cross the field, through the hill,
Finally sit on a farmer’s hat;
The man stumbles along the track,
Husky and a little laze,
His distant voice echoes around:
“Go back home—Go back home—”
I wake suddenly with a start,
The city lives fast still tonight,
A sea of neon, reflect in my eyes;
The world is glossy, but mine is clumsy;
I just hope, not to be shoved forward.
And the time I look back,
My hometown will just be there;
And the time I listen for,
The distant echoes will just be here:
“Go back home—Go back home—”
Linger round with no end.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC