Birdsong brings relief
to my longing
I'm just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say!
Please universal soul, practice
some song or something through me!
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Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers
by Hoa NguyenGumdrop of my heart
The sun comes back
a sweet sour mound
around one month after
simmering white winter
Fleur de lieu and already
swimming as a pool swims
minutes more of long light
