by Mike Yuan
unlike the proud Prometheus
you stole from an unknown paradise
the white seeds of pure peace
sowing them tender and graceful
with softly solid stillness
in a dry and dreaming land
are you blessings bountiful from high above
or just muted wishes deep in our hearts?
(aug. 18, 2004)
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Mike Yuan
Last updated November 27, 2013