This is a collection of poems that I have written from the time i arrived in Hong Kong up to the present ; they tell of the things I have experienced and some speak of the experiences of others.Most of the poems were published in the e-pub of Asian Human Rights Commission and WUNRN (Women's United Nations Report Network) Some of my works regarding violence against women and poverty were also published in www.shetizenjournalist.com and www.worldpulse.com .
Sunday, June 13, 2010
When your burning sun sunk deep on the azure sea and your gentle wind performed its skillful dance, before you took a glance and indulged yourself to its moves, hold still to the bread of life. And when the rocks steeply lours and ruin the flow of your peaceful days, worry not my friend. For in each turns of dial's hands, few hours may vainly roll sometimes, of passion I am one of those gentle hands to clasp in yours, to leap kindly on your misery, and to remind you of the boundless skies and the precious pearls it contained. For in every flight of life you take, you have friends to put your soul to ease, And thanks Heaven! I am blessed to be one of them.
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