APRIL WITHIN ME (V1)
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APRIL WITHIN ME (V2)
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APRIL WITHIN ME
Across four seas, I drift, alone -
Dark April casts its mournful tone.
My homeland fades in smoke and haze,
A portrait lost in youthful days.
Exile’s path, so cold and bare,
Freedom’s sky still veiled with care.
Eyes gone dry through endless years,
A heart still bleeds its silent tears.
I hear the cries from poor, scorched lands,
Where prisons rise on thatched-roof strands.
Old bamboo sighs with breaking groan,
Young rice falls from its tender throne.
Boat people lost in storm-swept flight,
Dreams shattered in the endless night.
No nest awaits the wing-worn bird,
Just trembling winds and voices blurred.
Our children grow on foreign shores,
Grandkids forget our native lore.
We gather silent words once more,
To weave the dream we're longing for.
Fifty years in exile’s hold,
Hair now streaked in misty gold.
Yet still the heart can feel the sting
Of autumns lost, of vanished springs.
That mossy thatch of long ago -
Who waits beside the village well?
Old areca trees in silence grow,
Still watching for lost souls to dwell.
I dream one day the war will cease,
Our motherland will rest in peace.
And we return, though frail we be,
To find that path beneath the green.
Though legs may shake, and backs be bowed,
Though time has carved its mark and shroud -
This heart still holds the schoolyard's grace,
That homeland love no age can erase.
May peace at last embrace our land,
May hatred pass like drifting sand.
So children sing with voices free
Beneath the skies of ancestry.
phamphanlang
April 1st, 2025
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