From Heaven to My World
tri n tran

From inside the mountain of India,
Popped up a tiny embryo,
Ever pretty in mahogany wear.
Its radiant joy, like that of a baby angel's,
Smeared throughout the azul sky;
The tiny ball grew in size and height,
Until...a blazing ember
Lighted up my night...
A fairie appeared from nowhere
To my cupped palms.
With her magic wand, she waved,
My lonesomeness vanished into the silver zenith.