Poems from honghanh
Languages are tight, light, and nice;
They walk among us in day and night.
They are no no no yours,
They are no no no mine;
But they’re...
Friends of authority, who am I?
Parent who made you, intent to make me?
I’m thy slave!
Evil and angel handed me to you.
When an evil open...
(poems go here) Friends of authority, who am I?
Parent who made you, intent to make me?
I’m thy slave!
Evil and angel handed me to you....