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Blurring the Ink Lines
you, this young lady
please keep really silent
on every step you walk
gently, please
just listen to every corner of the temple
where the wind from the ancient meditation forest whispers
and recites the way of Buddha sitting soundlessly
you, this young lady
please keep really silent
while reading the ancient sutras
just see on paper my words that have turned yellow
just hear the breezes still sing within the ink lines
once, in a long past age I wrote down
words of Buddha
thousands of years ago
you, this young lady
please keep really silent
really silent
please don’t laugh
who would remember
a laugh from a young lady that broke my heart
and blurred the ink lines from my poems.
By Phan Tan Hai
Copyright ©
Hai Phan
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