I was defeated by the moon
A super moon
Holding my breath since noon
Dragging my gears like a goon
Clouds from the sea came
Pollution oozing
The unheard prayers
A frozen moon .
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5-12-18
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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At least the moon could not stop you from writing and publishing a poem about it. In these ways, you win, and every time someone likes and writes a positive response to your work is another win for you! 😀
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😂 oh? It was an old poem, I was rather depressed by the sound. Now I’m just a goon not caring much about the moon. 😁
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Liking that the g in your name could stand for goon, I’m enjoying you being over the moon. 😀
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heheh, cheers to you wonderful week!
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Beautiful post 💓❤️💖
Thanks for sharing.
Greetings from 🇪🇦
God bless you 🌈
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Likewise, cheers to a wonderful week my friend.
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