Gửi bởi Kim Diệu Hương ngày 11/03/2008 03:45
TO A WHITE DOVE
Hey, a white dove – when you were born
the world had been a chaos
all snatched and tore – every – cell.
Under the brush of the famous artist
Once I saw your image
– a dove –
in the cruel claws of a cat with a tiger face
the world was boiling – in an oil cauldron – of the war
There, a white dove is flying on the volcano and on the smoking oil well
The sun gaspedly drops acid tears down the continents.
A white dove is flying and crying...
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