Vietnam

I

I am like the peach blossom,
Loved by all,
Known by none.

II

Today you will not cry, dragon,
the rice has cried rivers for you.
As the grains count time, still as the water,
reflecting in the red,
I smile through the anger and pain,
carrying my scars with pride.
Today you will not fly, dragon,
stand ground, flower, rising from the mud,
yet the endless darkness
is faster than the sun.
Today don’t cry for your mother,
for you are a mother to her as well.

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