The Isolated Desert
My homeland, now, a manless desert;
My people had fled to the other side of the world
Where peace hummmed, and freedom hovered.
My candles, left in Vietnam to burn, now, extinguished;
Their crimson flames had turned into dusty, white tears.
My mournful soul, like a sorrowful serpent,
Wailed while yearning to return to the lonely nation
Where, once, a war began and, now, still endless.
I dreamed of holding the incense of love
In my heart and wept for a battlefield
That still bled bitter misery upon its soggy soil.
I longed to taste the succulent sun rise again.
Copyright © Tri Tran | Year Posted 2008
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