ILLUSTRATION: Tuan Anh
my moon, why don't you look?
my wine, why am i not drunk?
my dock, why doesn't your boat dock?
it's sunset
still lost flight
I am the mountain why don't you come back?
I am a stream, why don't you bathe in it?
Is it because wild flowers do not have a fragrant scent?
desert you slow down your steps?
you are the wind that spreads the heart in a thousand ways
used to lie for the storm of my life
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