A Tear For China
A tear fell down, Without any voice, Through the sparkling pearl, I can read a reserved heart. There are too many stories, The tear is saying, Even without any voice, I can hear the dark breathing. Crying for the lives' compassion, Crying for the broken conscience, Crying for the compatriots' silence, Crying for the strangers' smilings. Crying for you My country--- China! Did you see, A red plum blossom Withstanding the snow? That's the tear, Waiting for the spring's coming! Waiting for the flowers' blooming! A Chinese practitioner
July 16th, 2001
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