Thứ Sáu, 3 tháng 1, 2025

Contemplating…

 
 
Sitting down on the rocks 
Looking at the sky
The sky is blue
And the clouds are white and fly
“Why” ?
The wind reply:
The water creates
And I blow them over there
Over the mountains, the seas, every where…
“Water! How can you makes such wonderful clouds?”

Oh, not only me,
The sun, the wind are too, proud…

It’s black now:
It’s raining from the cloud
The water makes the rocks smoothly
and comes back to the sea….

It’s the same for me
Also for ever, every where
 
Sao Khuê
Dec 18th 2024b

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