Jane H. Hu
Click here to listen to Tell Me I linger, search around in autumn rain;
The campus palm trees dance like yesterdays,
Forever gone is home of youthful days.
In a bookstore, poignantly the past is plain
A silhouette on your book is sad with pain;
You stare at sky and sea in twilight rays.
Your poems are ringing bells in most strange ways;
My buried dreams come back, can you explain?
Outside the window, raindrops fall like tears;