Lee Tran Biography

' I can feel the soft rain on my face...'

A thousand tears swept from gray skies
thundering it's little droplets against the
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Just a picture, could mean a couple words,
But the one I hold dearly close to my heart,
Means more to me than anything else,
This photograph, you I love in black and white.
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Old man blue, sat nearby watching the ocean
tumble over and over washing away the shore
of time.
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Strokes of red line the crevices,
The scars glisten under the limelight,
This pale body becomes the canvas,
The brush becomes my razor.
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Can you smell the rain, crescending
Little drops beaded on your face,
Though I see differently with my own eyes,
A twinkling jewel under gray skies,
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