This is not originally an english poem. I translated it. The writter is called" haizi
<the poem>
Sister,
Tonight. I'll stay in Dehaling. Night is covered by a bright veil.
Sister,
Tonight, this desert is all I own.
With my empty hands. Feet sticked to the edge of the campo.
Too sad to hold a tear
Sister,
Tonight, I'm in Dehaling. An abandoned town in the rainstorm.
This is the only and the last passion
This is the only and the last home
I return the stone to the soil
Let the winners win
Only a grass belongs to me
Everything is growing
Tonight, the desert is all I own. Emptiness alone.
Sister,
Tonight, I forget about the entire world and think of only you


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have you not posted because you've been busy, or because of your english? it doesn't (!) seem poor, you sound knowledgeable, obviously love poetry, and we wouldn't care anyway. 


