Turtuk

A faint morn' sun brushes my face
A light drizzle outside plays
Marigolds form an orange maze
Pine trees around me, I'm in a daze
I get up from the cosy laze
Sweet sweet earth, makes a pretty face
I soak, leaving behind the city race
Turtuk, with its Godly ways
Consumes me, and a high stays!

Saigon bliss

Saigon during Tet / Lunar New Year

City light
Buzzing night
Bikes galore
Packed floor
Sky ablaze
Fire maze
Rainbow shade
Smiles invade
Faces light
Eyes bright
Saigon bliss
Still miss!