Anxiety - Poetry by P.N.Thuong Doan

ILLUSTRATION: Tuan Anh

my moon, why don't you look?

my wine, why am I not drunk?

my dock, why doesn't your boat dock?

it's sunset

still lost flight

I am the mountain why don't you come back?

I am a stream why don't you bathe in it?

Is it true that wild flowers do not have a fragrant scent?

desert you slow down your steps?

you are the wind that spreads your heart to a thousand ways

used to lying for the storms of my life

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