Letters Poem by Bing Hua

Letters



Every day at 9 am,
The mail arrival time,
My heart full of expectation would stand still

What I look forward to is not a love letter, nor a letter from home
But one from a friend who lives by Yangtze river.

Out from the envelopes steam
White sails
And fly troops of seagulls
The white sails steam the skin of the deep broken
While the seagulls are fighting with seawinds.

The melody of the sails
And the squawks of seagulls
Are the resonace of the hearts
White sails steam expedites far
The seagulls fly high
Carrying an ocean love of mine



BY Rose Lu(Bing hua) Tr. East Sea Fairy

Saturday, September 7, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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