Reflection

How can one explain this magic feeling call love?
Why seems so sudden..In one evening, life lacks any meaning..
for this passion unconsciously implodes my soul by fainting rays of sunset,
and by floating clouds in the flirting wind..

So nothing is so peculiar that the first poem I wrote for you..
is just about a pair of old sandals.
When my missing you is no longer bearable...
Simple thoughts of indifferent things turn into verses..

How long this old pair has been together?
If not so intimate, why never apart?
They have shared burden on every road of life intact,
have stepped on luxury or on dirt, and sand.

Every walk, every wear, they suit and mend,
carrying the weight of destiny on their steps.
In destitute or in glory until death,
faithfully strive until the end...  

Giang Duong