Drifting - Poetry by Nguyen Ngoc Hanh

Illustration: Van Nguyen

The sea does not invite me home

Who is there in the middle of the ocean?

Floating waves, full breasts

drifting shoulder in the vast afternoon wind

I alone quietly love

and i swim in the tide naked

I spread my bare arms

I hugged my windy feet tightly

soft back exposed to midday sun

The waves hug the slender waist

wind gently shakes curved lips

blooming buds sinking in the clouds

you are like a wordless poem

drifting on the deserted sea of ​​a fleeting life

swim to infinity

drifting at the end of the beach, meeting at the top of the mountain

drifting is not necessarily lost or still there

Who knows where the muddy shore is in the sea of ​​life?

easy waves of the sea

just drift to the shore of love.

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/troi-tho-cua-nguyen-ngoc-hanh-185250913180816064.htm