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Photo by Sampor Burke, Mekong Semester.

Memories of the Mekong

I opened my eyes

to sublime rhythms of the earths sky

with sunsets of sugary orange and honeycomb

reflected upon each pond.

There sat the blazing lotus flower,

so pure,

so calm.

I sat alone and watched the flower,

my eyes began to tear.

It is right for tears to fall for something

so sweet and so small.

As night fell.

The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds,

the world that was once so loud became ever so quiet.

It felt as if there was nothing left to be heard or said in that moment

I accepted what came through the silence of night,

Sitting alone by myself had never felt so right.

I then asked myself

How many more memories of what radiant hour?

The island that from the fairest of all flowers

With the citrus sunsets that rest upon the Mekong,

I now long for the days of being alone.