Illustration: Tuan Anh
way back
very old town
many people but still have excess of me
sad river
drizzle
wet wooden clogs soaked through the flying dress
where am i in this street
cold wind on the shoulder of the dim alley
who sits alone
lonely
the rain poured down
afternoon sun poem
old town painting
moss green
who just painted the bird call
fire
I just realized I
sitting alone in the middle of an orphanage
Source: https://thanhnien.vn/buc-tranh-tho-cua-nguyen-ngoc-hanh-185250614185937665.htm
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