By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Eyes glancing skyward
we saw the blue heaven.
It isn’t always so.
We’ve crossed the unseen abyss;
the arid land wild with thorns;
the rivers poison by salt.
After the madness
there will always be
___clarity.
August 2017
By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
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After the madness
there will always be
___clarity.
By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Eyes glancing skyward
we saw the blue heaven.
It isn’t always so.
We’ve crossed the unseen abyss;
the arid land wild with thorns;
the rivers poison by salt.
After the madness
there will always be
___clarity.
August 2017