Red Room, Red Room, what color shall be your door?
What fill in it wisdom pour? Is it
Karma, dripping slowly deep de pour? Lifting
drift veil of mass intel. Seeking genteel
noble course. Let's probe wisedom
by hunger solved, murders no more.
Humanity shall be glorious impore.
I came upon your inquisitive floor.
By curious mind, pondering where came
welcoming air, blowing flickers mindful warm
Is it true great minds has all the answers,
and no faults. Pour me your java.
Raise my cup. I came to learn more.”
—own
About Victor
Currently translating Tang's 300 poems.








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