Once Upon a Time
How could I write about a time
when I saw the wind
and knew that your hair was so short,
when I saw the dry sunshine
and knew that your cheek color was so pale,
and when I invited you to a festival
and knew that you learned nothing about make-up.
How could I write about a time
when you brought waves of laughters into my life
and let them echo deeply in my memory,
when you walked on wooden clogs in our naive
years and sounded the music in my sleep,
and when we first time looked at each
other and knew the time has stopped.
Once upon a time. There was a time. A time that has
made me shake while recalling the color of your kissing lips.
By Phan Tan Hai
Copyright © Hai Phan | Year Posted 2022
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