two dynasties

me,  of   tang   descent

you,    a    sung    origin

on      the      footbridge

where I  found   myself

our   destiny   pulsates

droplets        of        you

pelted         my       skin


as you  streamed pass

your       dew      fertilize

the       entire     yonder

re-enacting   the  spirit

of our abled ancestors

in    awe,   I    whenced

the carps  understood..





there    is    something

wonderfully        happy

yet    sad     about    us


but    we    are    happy

while   they    are    not

so  should  we  bother?


for  those   who   never

dwell in the happiness

of others  are a sad lot

who   breeds  calamity

and  misery  and   thus

they    dwell     in     sin


they   are   not   worthy

they are but  intruders

they  will  never  fit   in..