Truong Son side
Tie the last vestiges of youth to the corners of your eyes.
Silently suppressing a sigh.
Fold loneliness into the shore of widowhood in the night.
She waited anxiously for decades.
He turned into a white cloud over the Truong Son Mountains.
She suppressed her pain, holding back her sobs.
Broken from the back of the eye
The pieces of glass are colorless…
Nguyen Truong Tho
