Love this poem.
By Hoàng Xuân Sơn, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
t h E s c E n t Of c O L o U r s
The smell of sleep
hints of footprints long gone
the poem stuck in a draw
still a brand-new river of white brilliance
The white paper white pages. gosh. the white clouds
noted the scent of contradiction(the double edged sword)
the woman flew all the way back to the beginning
I tried my best to follow to in the end to grasp at nothing
You wore a silver rim necklace and ankle braces
Wagering love via tiny hoop earrings
escaped I did from the scent of such forbidden fruit
hu hu. the dazzle. the lights
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