Pity For Prisoners Poem by Huyen Quang Ly Dao Tai

Pity For Prisoners



They write letters with their blood, to send news home.
A lone wild goose flaps through the clouds.
How many families are weeping under this same moon?
The same thought wandering how far apart?

Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,home,moon
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