“Tic tic tic”, “tic tic tic”

A haunting sound  

Echoing in my head 

repeatedly

Outside the window

Chill winds blow

While

The whisper of leaves 

Penetrate the atmosphere

Birds must be exhausted

A morning without any chirping 

Unusual, 

But tranquil  

The sun wakes from an

Endless, silent night  

Warming and charming us

With the

Boundlessness of the sky, as it

Separates the heavens from the ground

Peaceful from boisterous

Under this warm

Presence there is

The rushing of others 

Chaos of engines 

Gasping through the air 

Along the street 

dreamers are

Depositing their youth 

to follow their dream
Filled with passionate

Desires, that is the

City where 

I am from, 

Ho Chi Minh.