Seaweed Poem by Thanh-Thanh NhuanLe

The evening is coming late;
The sun gradually fades on each high hill.
You hurriedly call out for me to halt and wait;
There is not a star in the sky immense and chill.
You are unlucky, I am unsteady;
You go into darkness, I come into dejection.
What for since on the wane already is my complexion.
Let us live each like a clam
Quiet in its shell, not giving a damn
Thirty years bittersweet...
Ups and downs, getting into a jam
For vicissitudes to maltreat.
I wish I could crucify
Once the silk spread...
The spider that span at random its webs by
To waste the cocoon's selectivity so long bred!
My shape through days has got to recede
And my love through years... covered with seaweed!