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The Valley

Tuong Vy Vo

Here I sit between the valley, 

Whipping wind, fire reaching its finale.


Drafts played tug war against,

As of the guy ropes restraint


Admire the blazing ball goes below 

Let your mind drift to the unknown.


Constellations gazing at me, 

While your eyes stare into mine


Truly this night is serene,

Beside shoulders for me to lean.


Here I sit between the valley, 

Whipping wind, fire reaching its finale.


Drafts played tug war against,

As of the guy ropes restraint


Admire the blazing ball goes below 

Let your mind drift to the unknown.


Constellations gazing at me, 

While your eyes stare into mine


Truly this night is serene,

Beside shoulders for me to lean.


Author's note

"Turbulence, both in its definition and in my personal interpretation, represents a storm of conflicting emotions challenging societal norms. My writing reflects the calm amidst this internal storm that is brewing in the back of my mind, where glimpses of thoughts and emotions unveil. Writing reveals the complexity of one's feelings, always rooted in the tempest within the heart — for me, “Locked mind” and “The Valley” are fueled by anger, regret, and anxiety."

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