Gordon Tseng

(Taiwan)

Poems of Gordon Tseng

Dad's Tung Blossoms

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</></></>Up the hill, the Tung blossoms of this year are awake,
Above the green ocean, flying their white snowflakes.
Up dad's head hill, some of them just cannot wait
To quietly spread their snowflakes in the black night that's not really late.

Dad takes us up to the hill's peaceful lake
To feel those gentle flakes the breezes gently make.

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