Mossy terrace silently holds footprints
The wall silently holds the ball
The blanket secretly holds the breath
Afternoon, eyes filled with tears
Long drops short drops
Mom, cry silently...
Two pairs of chopsticks and one tray
Now two pairs of chopsticks... I hold one pair.
There is an orphaned pair of chopsticks
Choking, I swallowed the cup of sadness.
NGUYEN NGOC HUNG
Published at: 16:41, 24/02/2024
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