Haloo

by Tran Tu Ha

I’ve been on the road longer than I thought

Wind and sand
I was naked on the poor and shallow shoulders
Too lazy for bath and wash

On the windy hill
The wild flowers smirked innocently making purple a memory area
Look at the fruit on high waiting for the release of the milk
Longing for sweet homeland ripe fruit

Smoky day
Sadness like the smoky ground
I saw birds singing in the setting sun
The season was still windy in the eyes of the empty person
The season still sowed thunderstorms unintentionally.

Remember the time

We were thrown into a pocket that smelled of sewers
The guy inside me always raised the flag of war
Ooh!
Was there pain from the bleeding
Can a wound cause infection.

Just knowing
I am the personification of the pain that does not stop the bleeding
As a dry cry in the human world!