Poetry: Thinking of your hair during the days of bombs and fire

People say, your hair is as beautiful as clouds floating like mist and smoke. But, I see your hair as just the hair of a Vietnamese girl during the war. When our SAM2 missile systems, spreading thick nets of fire on the ground, brought down American B52s from an altitude of twenty-five thousand meters, I know that in the sky your hair is more beautiful than the clouds...

Báo Vĩnh Long•26/04/2025