A vision of you
Stoned, immersed in smoke
And nothing else
I hate myself
As I believe
I can’t find
Traces of you loving me
Now I feel lucky
Because you’re gone
Out of my path
You miserable thief
My Blog where some of my journals, poetry, thoughts are exhited.
In my memory
A vision of you Stoned, immersed in smoke And nothing else I hate myself As I believe I can’t find Traces of you loving me Now I feel lucky Because you’re gone Out of my path You miserable thief I welcome constructive but not rude comments.
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AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |