By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
This coldest winter’s eve
I carried thee in my palms
Thy skin the chill of steel
Eyes collecting the light of night
This coldest winter’s eve
I carried thee in my heart
Thee a broken shattered shell
Soul shining in moonlight
This coldest winter’s eve
I carried thee in my mind
And the stars be unworthy
Thy existence by my side.
July 2017