Those Little More
— from “Giấy Nháp” —
Those little feet
They run fast
Faster than the wind
Of changes in my life
Those little eyes
They open wide
Wider than my heart
Of a meadow growing at night
Those little lips
They sing aloud
Louder than the howling
Of all life’s troubles
Those little more
Will go to school
I will miss them
I will miss you.
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