Poetry wasn't on my list until January 2008.
Even English is my third language. So imagine how difficult to write poems in English, when i've never tried to write any poems in my native language (Mongolian) .
Though I live in New York City, it is still hard to perfect English. I started to write poems, when i talked to myself in myself.
Words were pouring around me, then quickly i found the way to collect those words into my note and to make something out of it, which is poem.
So thank you all for coming and reading my poems.
I would appreciate if you share your opinion.
Thank you again,
Bowing Sukhee,
A love is so delicate,
A love is so emotional.
A love drives you crazy.
A love makes you blind.
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Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so faraway.
Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
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Remember that summer, i used to lie down on the grass.
In the countryside, i used to watch the stars every night.
Were always lots of stars in the dark blue sky,
Were always rich lightened in the deep sky.
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The braveness is not taking a life of the biggest enemy.
The braveness is not destroying others and controlling their properties.
The braveness is a meaning of putting your life in danger for someone, something else.
The braveness is a meaning of doing something good for someone, not for yourself.
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I recognize spring has come by the swans arriving to the local lake.
I know nature has woken up by the noises they make.
When they land on the lake, they seem happy.
And the lake seems to love them.
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