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Chinh Nguyên

            white,  and  the  wrinkles  had  more  on  their  faces.  Their  step  and
            talking were slow and tired. I looked at my young widow sisters-in-
            laws, all their children, they were living in the suffering of poor, and I
            thought of their future without husband and father in my sobbing...

                Hong-Cuc who was my lover, She said she was always waiting for
            me every time and all her life... You had known our love story from
            the time we were a student of Ban-Me-Thuot high school.

                At  that  time,  seemed  you  fell  in  love  with  Mong-Thuy-Hoa,
            because both of you were close every time and any place, where had
            the warm sun, flowers, and spring. Your love was quiet and silent to
            watch  the  beauty  of  a  lover,  who  ran  on  the  green  of  the  hills  to
            catch  a  butterfly  under  the  sunlight.  You  had  run  after  her  with  a
            wildflower on your hand, you gave to her then four eyes had sight of
            a glance, and both of you laughed loudly...

                I was different than you... Hong-Cuc and I had a lot of good time
            after  class;  we  went  to  the  waterfall  Drayling  at  Chi-Lang
            resettlement village to watch the power of water, it was soft in the
            streams but really strong when it reunited to build up its power. It
            could destroy anything which blocks its forward way. While I looked
            at the waterfall, I had a dream of united of the people to love and
            sharing. I had taken her to go to the flowers forest at 14th bridge to
            watch the yellow flowers, which were full on the branch and without
            leaves. Sometime breeze plaid with them in the air, and put them on
            the surface of the 14th river, the yellow flowers drifted downstream
            and lotted in the water.

                I had told her about how I love her since sometimes we felt into
            our  emotion  of  passion  by  kissing,  touching  and  we  hold  of  each
            another tightly while we were rolling on the slope of the green hill...

                I  learned how  to  be  gentle,  soft  with  love  and  share  with  the
            people, how to stand up with strongly to resist Communist invader.
            She had learned how to waiting for me, how to cry at midnight after
            she was wake up by the echo of the sound of the cannon shell. She


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