the songs in patches of the forest
and a peeling wall
the shedding rows of trees
within the glory of the sunset
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the empty anger spat
into a river
a flask of flowers on the table
a bunch of quivering roses
the leaves closing up in the night
to open up in the early morning light
covered in moss was my soul
I see myself heading for the sky
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Nguyễn Man Nhiên | Be the ocean (5)
Be the ocean
Time isn’t the conqueror of ships
Allow him not another imposing mountain
A kind of fearful mountain at the bottom of a pit
Void of the sightings of white clouds.
and the angels in their vigour
their hair on fire
displaying love and death on a plate
an offering in prayer for the Passover
upon the house in the winter and Northeastern wind the returning dreams
as dusk falls steadily into a small full stop
touching upon a sigh
her clothes disappear drifts away into the twilight
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Nguyễn Man Nhiên | Lost (1)
if paradise ever were, layout in five rays of light
