MISSING

The moon is high

The sky is blue

I am here

And where are you?

The stars are bright

My sad heart cries

I am here alone

And where are you?

Dear little wind

Please come to me

Listen to me

Then come tell him

That I love him

That I miss him

That I long for

His visit

NGUYỄN THỊ LÂN

Edited by  SUSAN ACKOFF