By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Stick me slowly with your long silver pins
So if I cry out and my face pinch
Pity me not, my heart will always win
For courage, I carry within.
In the dusk, if I must, close thee
Right just hush, let my lids shut be
So in the dark, light could be freed
Slipping and sliding to some exotic lands see?