Treasure Island

Rose Lu ( Bing hua )


That Summer


That Summer

Having a pink one-piece on,
Eyebrow long fringe,
ears short hair
And long eyelashes
Reading two pools of water

Without lipslicking
And pondering rouge
I put on a pair of pink silk stockings
And a pair of tee-strap sandals

Left home without telling anybody
To look for him quietly,
And sitting silent to wait
In the little lane where he might appear

He came
And my cheeks turned crimson red
At a loss what to do
I said something that made no sense at all

He left
And strings of crystal clear tears
Spattered on the ground



BY Rose Lu(Bing hua) Tr. East Sea Fairy

Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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