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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | As old as the ancient trees (86)

Rips through a dormant volcano
Shimmering in an amber glow

In searing burnt flesh,
I thank you.

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

As old as the ancient trees
The wind carries with it the scented breeze
The rustling of bird wings
Through it the heart sings
Rips through a dormant volcano
Shimmering in an amber glow
In searing burnt flesh,
I thank you.

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

There's magic in translating a body of work from one language to another.

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