
Illustration by: Tuan Anh
Is the moon flying or is the moon drunk?
half-ripe, half-sweet
The concrete tower's upper floors open gently through the windows.
Someone once dreamed that every night was the full moon.
The one who once forgot the moon needs the crescent moon.
The one who was once angry behind the clouds…
The moon hangs endlessly in the sky.
Those human eyes gazed into the distance.
Remembering my old hometown, with its sparkling flower-lined lanes.
Those who choose a path unseen by the moon.
Even the stars stopped shining their rays.
Ambition is an endless darkness.
The moon obscures the streetlights.
It is naturally flawed.
Is anyone still daydreaming behind the soundproof window?
Is the moon flying or is the moon drunk?
Zen street night
Harmonious secret gardens.
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/trang-pho-tho-cua-ha-minh-185260509194628682.htm







