sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Rose River, Vietnam (2005)
This is the color of the river,
They call it red,
They call it pink
But it is the color of mud,
The hue of the toil of a million peasants,
A thousand year’s worth of tears
Pigmenting clay with the color of pain.
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