hoedong howard

The Cross - Poem by hoedong howard

the sun shining chasing for me, it's hanging on the end of the cross now.
how could it reach a steeple but it's very high
even there is no bell sound
i just wander around there whistling
like the jesus happy and painful, if the cross permits me
putting on my neck on the cross, i will dropp my blood like the flowering blooming under the sky getting dark

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 23, 2005

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