My Hundredth Drop Of Blood.
I have reached my first goal
My arrival was poem-hunter.
A piece by piece, dropp likes gold.
My poems heaped up to my book.
It went from one to one hundred.
One was one round and around to go.
I pressed my mind to get it flows.
My language is not easy to express,
How came my English can’t tell?
I speak not the same as an English man.
My further aim is to follow ancient poets.
Saturday, September 6, 2008