Letter To Karach Deng Poem by David Aoloch Bion

The trees are unmovable, standstill
Spring forth charming flowers
Flowers of one tree love flowers of another
But can’t shake hands to hands or
Touch lips to lips only write love letters
Send them through Venus wings of wind

Here, standstill in the wood
My flower is in distance horizon
I can’t shake hand to.....or touch lip to.....
In wood, Tulip mirrors her humorous face
That impulse me to laugh alone as madman
And musically write I a letter

‘’Only she whom I love
She’s weeding the garden
She’s singing a song
She’s writing a poem
She‘s playing with pet dog
She’ s cooking
She’s dancing in church choir
She’s most beautiful than those girls’’

Then I sing the letter to the wind
Over, over, over and over again
Until the wind learn the tune
Then the wind winds on to my love