áo dài
rich red tunic
stealing the path of the wind
pure white trousers
calming it down
Bringing life to a visit of a fallen tree
white lilies echo a promise of renewal
a grace in the silence of nature’s sound
A woman beams delicately at the old wooden pillar
the stubs still reaching to find branches and leaves
remembering its fulfillment to the birds and the sky
As the wind encircles what is left
around knots and through holes
the sound of its breath echo from bygone time
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