yihuai ying


Untitled-13 - Poem by yihuai ying

My prince died
nobody to whom I would give my love to
It seems I will lose
Because for nobody's hands I would hold
Downstair's hoarsing everyday
Makes me waken up
It's so cold everywhere
The knocking sound from above
Never stop bothering
Where, where could I seek help


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 14, 2010


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