On the clouds rest my weary soul

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..


Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

There's magic in translating a body of work from one language to another.


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