Yīnyuán hóngxiàn

I saw you standing alone, in the door,

yet I did naught but stare with awe.

Eyes glistened like water as they met those of mine,

hair like the morning sun, how brightly it shines.

Screaming Man

A screaming man, stood in the square,

waving documents of hands eternal.

Yet his scream, not that of despair,

a celebration of this forbidden journal.