Living Is Limited... Poem by Kong Vang

Living Is Limited...



Crops grow as fine as the horizon...
Bamboo flute sing as fine as the distance sea...
Crying and weeping will only be heard once...
On a cottage like this one...
Sleeves may fulfill it's wet dream...
Scholars may live to see another day...
As for me death is unlimited...
Living is limited...

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Kong Vang

Kong Vang

Unknown peoples
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