
ILLUSTRATION: TUAN ANH
The wind rushed across the face of the silent man.
The wounded village lies in a secluded corner.
The undulating waves drift towards a safe haven.
The wind tears itself apart in silent reaction.
Then flowers will bloom on the peaceful surface.
A smile emerges from the eternal rain.
Breath rises from the leafy forest.
His gaze revealed a gentle sympathy.
You should be normal, just like the day you were born.
Eyes turned towards the lullaby of motherhood
A forehead where countless mornings reside.
Hair as soft as the moon's keys of yesteryear
You should be alone, like you were during your pregnancy.
Recognizing mother through the hazy breath
When the hand grips the umbilical cord stump.
In my dream, the river stretched to the horizon.
I need the quietness of a courtyard.
The season of absence brings away grudges and worries about food and clothing.
On the old, noisy spiderwebs stretched across the hedge.
Being alone is enough to express boundless longing.
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