The sadness took me to that place
On your face the glow of love
Your lips silent
The shape of your heart
Pulsing through my veins
The wandering desolation
Permeating my flesh the air(of you)
Into this broken body
For a moment
I’m the oxygen
Dissipating to where
The smoke, a reflection of you
Cool
The tingling goosebumps
Your moment of ecstasy
You are me
Upon the death of this body
I am free.
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16/02/2021
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.
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm 
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Trâm this is beautifully written although sad as well. I hope you are having a great week my friend. Hugs and love, Joni 🌷🌹
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Hugs, thanks Joni, it was very productive. Take care. Trâm. xx
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