Le reve

Comme le reve l’amour n’est pas la verite

On pense on est heureuse mais pour

l’autre c’est comme etre en prison

la douleur je me demande c’est le meme 

marriage le meme amour le meme

moi et toi

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About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on chowanyau@wordpress.com. Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

Posted on August 12, 2013, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. While I’m attempting to learn français, I had to “translate” this. Assuming it was right, heartbreaking and powerful. I see why my lady says French is the language of poetry.

  2. pardon c’est une pas un langue

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