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tritran
11-28-2008, 05:40 PM
Darkness strips me totally naked,
I, a victim, longs to taste the azure sky.
My summer butterflies in hibernation,
Dare not to unfold their orange wings,
My winter snow has ceased falling long ago---
I, a gloomy Milky way, in endless rain.

My amber moon has waned,
Leaving the silky veil for the vagabonds to steal;
Each heart beat, a mournful wren,
Humming sadly in a long B-flat.
Each of my tiny corpuscle wails till I sleep,
Not, a day, I can taste the sweetness of the magenta sun.

My nights, ever, freezing, a refrigerator;
Each of my blanket stains with the bittiest blood;
Crimson dews fade like tarnished roses
Whose petals, one by one, lands on the soggy soil.
My unborn star, a gradual change from cyan to black,
Never has his chance to smell the perfume of his true father.

I, a priceless princess, will never dance my first real wedding Tango.

lucidnightmares
11-29-2008, 12:51 PM
in all honesty this poem confuses me, but that`s because of my lack of language skills.
But i can see feeling went in to it ad that`s all poetry is to me so in that sense i love it.
all the lines are effective but the very last is the only one i think i`ll remember for awhile, which is in no way a bad thing, but that last line makes the most sense to me.
it`s a wonderful piece and deeply moving, thanks for sharing, and hopefully some more people will come to appreciate this piece as well.

tritran
01-23-2009, 08:11 PM
tri tran( real birth name tri ngoc tran) is a well published and well known poet/ lyricist in ORANGE COUNTY who was born in vietnam, raised in england, live in california
penname tritran5555, tt5555, poetri, tri n tran,
Do not pliriagize my poems and haikus and lyrics what ever.




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