Ironically, pain is what still keeps me alive. It's what tells me that I'm still alive and not dead yet. Art is my only expression. It is my only passion and the only dream I dream. Through poetry, my heart speaks so much more. Check it out and see if you can hear my voice through my poetry too. Thanks a lot and much appreciation to all the poets out there trying to make a living by living their passion! |
When I look into your eyes,
I can see all the years we have spent together...
It's been too many years,
Too many tears...
I have traveled a long journey
Escaping many obstacles along the way...
Night, the shadow that darkens the green grass
The color that brightens the dark...
Swaying like the bamboos
in the autumn breeze...
*note: this poem is written in hmong
Xav kom koj nyob nrog kuv tag li xwb...
*note: this poem is written in hmong
Yog vim li cas lub siab tiab mob...