Gửi bởi Kim Diệu Hương ngày 02/11/2009 09:15
SHE AND FLOWERS
She was a small, beautiful flower
in her time of brilliance
in her time of pride.
I wished she would be a flower forever,
and the flower she would be beautiful forever.
But why winds and rains kept coming,
ripped the flower and tore my heart?
When she stood by the bridge, waiting,
I saw the color of lovesickness covering all of her – the flower.