share till the time falls in a crumbling mess
share the laziness in memories of sound sleeping
share a hand full of memories barely
share the night of endless butterflies
(in our stomach)
barely and it was day
I came across
frozen solid on the ground
vẽ một vị sư
leaving work in the afternoon, cutting through a patch of snowed in forest. home, turned on the yellow light, drew the portrait with fingers still stiff with the cold … “who’s aware that they’ve turned grey only because they love the dying light of a candle the forest late at night by the cold dead […]
Oil on canvas by đtc
Lê Vĩnh Tài, Vietnamese writer and poet
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tuyết vẫn rơi …
ink sketch. on the last full moon of the year of the rat.
acrylic moon welcoming the coming year of the ox.
An inspired piece of poetry By J. P. K. | Johandros Systems
With a guitar on his back, held by a bond made by nature.
In his arm or inner self, a piece of nature as well.
Although one which is already grayish.
Standing on a river or street between lands.
Looking beyond or back, at distant places.
Prolific song writer, composer and musician. 1949 – 1999