by Tze-Min Tsai
The little girl's innocent smile
Pulling my mouth does not move a hundred years
Toothless old woman wrinkles
Decoy my concern eyes
Hand cover the glare of the sun
For that long arid mountain forest
Provoke a rain showers
Perhaps the mood was injured
In that thief’s car ready to steal
Screwing a bit
Half way to
Fuel tank empty
Ha
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Tze-Min Tsai, was born in August 1957, from Taiwan, a beautiful island in the South Pacific. Talking about literature, particularly fond of writing about the country's poetry, prose and fiction. Almost all of the original, are in Taiwanese or Chinese, among them, Taiwanese is my native language, while Chinese is the official language of my country. For me, English is a foreign language, although I also expected to use this language to complete my writing, but, unlike those who have English as a mother tongue, this will not be so easy.
Last updated July 05, 2016