Illustration: Van Nguyen
Elisa my dear
wait for me
Teach me how to weave ramie
I wait for you here every morning.
The cemetery is too big.
The wind sings wild words
Where is the nettle?
Why do we see our name on someone's tombstone?
Show me
Elisa
I don't force you to say it.
Words are sharp knives
Cut into the endless silence
Conceiving a thousand dead souls.
Show it off
Elisa
I will learn her silence
Learn from her patience
Learn from her how to strip thorns
Let life decide right and wrong.
Elisa
Where are you?
Sesame
Ali daddy
The robber's laughter answered me.
Quietly, the thorns sew up the wound of the heart.
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