Trip to Da Lat

Let the streetlights lull me to sleep
As we drive past ghost towns
With names beyond comprehension.

And the destination is maimed
With sudden icy cold air.
As if it is subtly showing us its charm.

And as we depart,
The journey is greeted with
Temperate trees that bring me closer
To the pull of fatigue.

And I rest my head on
The ledge of the window.
Replaying the imageries
Of tall trees
And distant mountains.

~S.H.~

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