DUST OF LOVE
O Rose ! How dear the flower of Poems,I love
A phenomenon of comparatively infinite growth
Some feeling,sort of like loved-oath,
Dust of love has painted my heart.
My sense,as though of Mimosa at DaLat,
I had drunk many years past, winking at the brim
O Rose a‘’Forget-me-not flower’’into the forest dim,
Dust of Summer ,snow of winter.Sea and Sky,
Where beauty keeps my dancing whitefly
With rose eyes ever seem it rich to die.
And no birds sing but my heart covered up in life,
In ancient days through the City of lights.
That I might see or leave my country from days and nights,
Sick for home and in tears for rose,
Half in love and half a pain’s close,
And give what from heaven is with my dust of love.
O Rose please keep me in the verdurous grave hole,
Here ,where people can hear my soul murmuring,
Away and away for I will flying and landing,
To Queen Moon ,in Fairyland
Sit side by side with the fairy and dragon women.
TRUC LANG OKC
Sept 13,2004
(Truc Lang’s Poems)
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