Script Of My Calm Soul Poem by Kong Vang

A dreadful conflict...
Make me ran...
From home...
Carrying my heart...
Looking for a place to rest...

I see a swing...
Facing to the sky...
The foggy moon...

Looking down to the soil of my foot...
The conflict was value pass the gate of baring...

If I let my heart value pain over a feeble reason...
There is no day I may reach the road of wisdom...

If I value the road of wisdom...
There is no road of wisdom as well...

Let the rain of pain fall...
Let the heat of recovering dry these dew in my life...

Rain falls more then once...
Heat drys rain more then twice...