Happy hour came and went,
and I am spent.
What does it all mean?
In the small hours
I devour what is sweet and sour
Leave behind the bitter coffee beans
Whiskeys in a deathtrap
Just before my nap
Ah the gap
Between you and I
What does it all mean?
It is what it is.
Somewhat bliss.
Thank you for having me.
To you I send my kindest of regards.
Xuan Hong NguyenTam NguyenLê Vĩnh Mai TrinhBui Quang VienHà Vũ TrọngTống Phước BảoLê Vĩnh TàiLy DoiNguyễn Văn Thiện
[and the unmentioned faces imprinted in my heart; the mere passerby]
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 
Beautiful poem.
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thank you to your kind heart ❤
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