hanoi puppet theatre
my memory runs
like clear water
50 and still unable
just to draw myself
myself well
budget ryokan
just small enough
for our warm memory
tenderness
the eyes shinning with love
and the lips carrying a smile
childhood happiness
when we have nothing
to hide
the only thing common
between the young lady and rose
the spring of life
harvest time
outside the field
the joy of togetherness
the bulbous breasts
when other things dont
measure up
cheers, cheers
the women and their contours
for the dance of life
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