To Stony Lass Poem by Tsewang Dorjee

Glass of wine…
So kind and fine,
To quench thirst,
First love sight,
Loving smile signal
Rosy love I care…
I recall…
Rosy promise,
Cigarette puff…
Fades,
And sheds,
With solitude tears,
Sprinkle figment,
Love pigment
Ashes on astray,
In dry lips linger,
And rhapsodize,
Many words to say,
To stony lass,
True and first love tale,
In paper boat still sail…
Eyes encircled with tears,
With shock heart thrill,
Fragile Rosy image,
In fragile mirror, I gaze…