Warfare: After Diana Khoi Nguyen

 

Amidst the deafening noise of war, there’s a faint sound,

you catch a glimpse of a familiar face you once cherished.

 

When you witness countless soldiers who can’t speak anymore,

there’s a melody in the midst of utter destruction.

 

The memories of the past envelop us like a comforting shroud,

hands gently separate the halves of a ripe peach from its pit.

 

In the chaos of battle, a distant, faint melody emerges.

recognizing a face from your past, a cherished memory rekindles.

 

Amid the silent and lifeless soldiers, a haunting beauty is found,

the past memories offer solace, like hands gently freeing a peach’s sweet flesh from its core.