A Vietnamese Woman
I met a vietnamese woman in the C.B.D
She looked little, though, but truly dainty
We talked over fates and one's lot
I found her charitable and thoughty
The buddhism allotted her classy
Which brought the meeting a bit lucky
I imagined she might be an embodiment
Delivering me courages from unseen
By firm beliefs impressed me to follow
And by intelligence and courage to win
I believed making miracles can be possible
As long as mastering the life's essence
She is an Vietnamese I've only met
By the meeting, empathy and courage I had
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