Why am I so changeable?I change my faceI change my placeI change the state of my fate. Why such a mundane insignificant query?Ask me why the water is greenThe Sun so meanTime taking away my sheen. Ask me why the sky is blueWhy won’t youWhy won’t you stay true? Why, why, why you ask. Think. […]

Why am I so changeable? — Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm