Words Flying Away

On the paper at midnight my writing hand feels tired lines of poetry get blurred with fog and my soul rolls alongside the ink lines unstoppable farewell now my writing hand gets so tired saying farewell to you the poet with lines of words flowing from the memory farewell to you, who walks ahead of me on the lonely path of poetry farewell to my dear poet and also to my childhood days. One life, one time, sitting and gazing at the paper, writing down the soul of a century, farewell now to the tired writing hand and to the closed eyes and to the souls of poetry. Farewell now to the souls of poetry when you lie down and when words in line softly fly away and fly high away – scattering my souls away. By Phan Tan Hai