Tag: bachdiep

We are like wild thistle flowers
On the side of a hill in welcome of the morning breeze
Abreast the moon on the fourteenth
A source of fresh laughter from a heavenly well

We’re like baby caterpillars
Thought we could leave imprints of our tiny feet on the sand
The holes and moats, the sand castles
But only the sea knows
There’s no such possible aspiration
To the very end