THE RETURN OF MY RED-DRESSED LADY -- A'O DO? VA`NG THU

 THE RETURN OF MY RED-DRESSED LADY -- A'O DO? VA`NG THU




poetry: BA SO.I NHU MA^Y
THREE STRANDS OF HAIR
Ba so.i nhu ma^y, mo^i ma't uot
Nhu~ng lu'c thu ve^` vuo'ng to'c tie^n
Ba so.i nhu ma^y, nhu di.nh me^.nh
Nuo'c ma't thuong ai, bie^'c mo^.t tro`i
Mo^.t go'c tro`i xua, to^i nho' ma~i
Ba nha'nh quay cuo^`ng trong la' roi…
THREE STRANDS OF HAIR
Three strands of hair, my lady
Autumn dreams, tales of her fairy
The fairy’s gone
Fate’s sealed,
and childhood’s vanished.
In the woods, alone you walk
Circling leaves paint unending path
Broken dreams, your three strands fall
Your sparkling tears: light to my soul
On what corner of earth will we be whole?
WendyNicole (Nhu-Nguyen) Wendynicolenn Duong c2016

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