Treasure Island

Rose Lu ( Bing hua )


Thoughts


I hold the water-like tenderness
In my hands
Lest it trickles through my fingers

I hug the sun-like warmness
In my arms
Lest the sun moves away

I keep the breeze-like caress
On my body
Lest it disappears with the wind

I arrange the flower-like love
In a vase
Lest the petals wither

I hang the moon-like longing
On the window lattice
Lest the Moon creeps into the clouds

When I lower my head
sadness flows out of the keys of my piano



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

Submitted: Saturday, March 15, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014

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  • Colleen Courtney (3/16/2014 1:14:00 PM)

    I so love this poem. Very beautiful and very well written. What a wonderful job you did with this! (Report) Reply

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