On the clouds rest my weary soul, Self drifting in the sea of blue. Further from the heart’s enclave, More pulling on my maternal chord. The pulse races to a pace slow, Eyes glimmering strings of dew. To where? I’m travelling not alone, Not past a sunrise, yet I yearn for home.. 2014 Nguyễn Thị […]

On the clouds rest my weary soul — Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm