the bubbling milk foam embraces
the soft scent of a new day
my legs curled up under the duvet
hands clasping the rising smoke
the silence of unspoken words
steeped in the chai’s pleasing flow
hassle might face us tomorrow
but for now, still here we sit down
with a spoonful of sweetness
in a cup of no worries
words of love, like an old tale
and chai, a smooth warm hug
smoke swirls around the mug
as do your lips, around mine
we brew tea, and light the cigarette’s glow
as the day gently unfolds
Hà Nội, 10/2023
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this piece was originally written in Vietnamese
Thu writes here 