Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | After the madness (11)


By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

Eyes glancing skyward
we saw the blue heaven.
It isn’t always so.

We’ve crossed the unseen abyss;
the arid land wild with thorns;
the rivers poison by salt.

After the madness
there will always be


August 2017

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