Yesterday when I was working at my office, someone ask me for the print out, without turning back I ask for the original, he gave me the matter and i Start typing-- Same and difference On that day I was laying in the bed Of medical room cause of torture And … nurse was stood near by me Who was thin and beauty in nature Moved he angel eye to my wound Asked me that now what are you feeling? But I have no answer for that questioning Her voice was musical in each word She breathe fresh and air kissed to My wound And her a vast same and difference That I can found She has golden moments are on Her hand Where my heart are covered With endless tear and fear She has life unlike mine as The planet of sky and pearl of blue sea Which feel us cool and warm And now we are living with same nights and days But our death may be as like The passing and coming of old and new ages. Date: 2001/05/03 - B. Chong I turn back and found the poet was in front of me having hand full of old and new paper, seems living simple life style.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Jun 2013 06:11:46 +0000
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