Poetry, by George Chow |
Poetry is how you pack a gift. Those who would kindly opens it. How much gratitude would you pay. To God has given you a gift. How he made all these poets write. To end the calamity and death of caps. With lucky charms. 詩 一禮裹回手 句舉到白頭 誠心提杯飲 運裡好湘籌 |
Posted: 2012-03-01 21:31:55 UTC |
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2012-04-09 15:43:52 | ilia montanez |
i love this poem |
2012-11-04 03:34:44 | Auden |
this is amazing thank you for writing |