Van Do
My Holding
     My holding to you
     becomes a necessity
     for the heart
     to bring the beat of life.

     My holding to you
     Began with the scent of flesh
     and the death of innocence.

     There it was in the river of time
     There we met
     There we loved
     There we laughed
     There we cried
     with such longing
     and such a rage.

     Then the river stopped
     And flowed backward
     Like a knife stabbing the heart
     No mercy
     No life.

     Then I had to leave, my love
     And I left
     from the darkest night
     To the coldest winter of life

        Please read the rest of the story in THE LANDS OF FREEDOM.
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