Open Mic session - 请听诗人

It's getting there

Lone Pine

 

孤树

鸟休息雪枝

来春近心里

下雨掉落慢

近你还太远

Lone Pine

Birds rest on snowy branches

Spring is coming to my heart

Falling slowly as it rains

Close to you is still too far

The Hollow Tree

There is a tree in my memory

Hollowed out of mollusced softness

Black and burnt she felt like a cloak

Where one could hide from others eyes

Seek shelter where no one spoke