The Maid Crazy About My Poem... Poem by Kong Vang
The Maid Crazy About My Poem...
Dark night it was...
Still i see her carrying that poem i wrote her...
She laughs and press it on her heart...
I shake my head looking out of my heart...
Laughing at the maid who died for my poem...
I face her and gallantly smile...
She runs jumping for a rose on the tree...
Waving the letter into the heaven...
Laughing her echoes away..
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