Summer is running away again.
I hurry. Straddle. Search.
for answers to fill the questions
that will come.
Cry: I'm from the jungle.
And they leave me alone.
In my palms, their crackling
****** lights
the way while I,
child of democracy and tears
Say: I want to love, not fear
muffled beneath their brazen crackle.
I
a stubborn memory, barking up
in a ****** language, rustling
the quiet night
with my foul tongue and
***** eyes:
tinh yeu khong so hai.
Like a twittering bird -
good for no one's sake,
existing for mercy.
I cut my tongue.
translate: love,
not fear.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
Summer is running away again.
I hurry. Straddle. Search.
for answers to fill the questions
that will come.
Cry: I'm from the jungle.
And they leave me alone.
In my palms, their crackling
****** lights
the way while I,
child of democracy and tears
Say: I want to love, not fear
muffled beneath their brazen crackle.
I
a stubborn memory, barking up
in a ****** language, rustling
the quiet night
with my foul tongue and
***** eyes:
tinh yeu khong so hai.
Like a twittering bird -
good for no one's sake,
existing for mercy.
I cut my tongue.
translate: love,
not fear.