Words Flying Away
On the paper at midnight
my writing hand feels tired
lines of poetry get blurred with fog
and my soul rolls
alongside the ink lines
unstoppable
farewell now
my writing hand gets so tired
saying farewell to you
the poet
with lines of words
flowing from the memory
farewell to you,
who walks ahead of me
on the lonely path of poetry
farewell to my dear poet
and also to my childhood days.
One life, one time,
sitting and gazing at the paper,
writing down the soul of a century,
farewell now to the tired writing hand
and to the closed eyes
and to the souls of poetry.
Farewell now
to the souls of poetry
when you lie down
and when words in line
softly fly away and
fly high away –
scattering my souls away.
By Phan Tan Hai
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