The Faces of My Three Homes
My given destiny, a meanderer…
Saigon bloomed in endless joy
To see its colors faded, a mournful night,
Yellow flags with three red stripes,
Lowered by the southern dwellers,
Succumbed a war to the heroic Vietcong,
Vietnam, north and south, I stood in the middle.
London dwelt in my heart, ever…
Her soul, destroyed by the terrorists,
Had nothing left but yesterday’ scars;
Her face, a rose less rosary.
Huntington beach wandered without me,
Searching for cyan joy,
But once a storm had wrecked her pier,
Her heart held the souvenir that ever lingered.
In the vortexes of three continents, I called my god.
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