Kathup Tsering Poems

To a curly hair girl

Last night, I dreamt in the dream
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Dark morning
— — Dedicated to victims of Earthquake (Tibet):

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Every Friday morning,
I walk along the unknown streets
the dense miasma drapes my vision
Trees silently stand beside me
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Self converses with Self
Both dwell deep within
Behold the power each yield
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Lifting my spirit above snow-mountain
My dreams are embraced in clouds of love

Time moves swiftly with the speed of wind
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The heart bleeds,
and life carries,
with the turning time,
waves of legacy
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Tonight is a sleepless night
as i recall that past sweet lullaby
neither dream, nor day
I am alone, to listen your heart
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...on international AIDS Day.

December falls
With cold frost
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To dedicate my late Father.


Life is just like a guest house,
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In The Deserted Street

Wandering lonely through silent and chill night, Kathup is a street Arab.
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