Tallinn telling a giant in the jar,
the name she had heard so far,
It means towers in Chinese dips diamonds under the sun,
the girl walks by told me how she run
from a land of away to the west,
a coffee in her hand silently rest,
for an invited feast,
and told me those stories in her east.
Nicole, Nicole your name is never free,
the scars we all have,
mercies wont leave peace to you and me；
Sit still paint the past I crave,
would you pardon a while for that old shadow,
Or old man with his back in bow?
Walk slowly the low stairs stretch history, her
toes on stones with no fear.
Sometimes I wonder why those sufferings
scarlet scars engraved those lanky wings
in roars in fires in wars,
Still let her love easier than hate?
I turned my head around and she,
shouts at the flag bend her on knees,
a very red flag,
moreover——
A color is not a cage for a tiger...never!
(To all those countries which suffered from tyrannies, I know it will never end but...keep the beast in people, stand up and keep daring. Freedom, we will win!)
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Tigress from the east
PoetryA poetry collection written by a Chinese girl. Biggest life goal of her: sitting in perfect balance of daylights and nights, back towards a mysterious naked tree, a cup of chai is better than coffee. Thinking, turn a being as living
