you remind me that day after day hit the beach heartbreaking blows already White *** The pain of sleeping in age The rock grows wild and wild sometimes sad juggling Some verses fly up… *** The birds in the air are tired put the source on the hand wind on the horizon… *** Where are your friends happy? old lovers do you remember where Sit down and listen to the wine flow Lie down here and listen to the pillow crying *** The day swallows fly single. The collection of poems, Swans fly away by Nguyen Help. Photo: FBNV. Comments The wave in Nguyen Help’s poem is a symbol. Waves are me working hard day after day breaking into the rapids. Wave is him between the pain of sleeping in his age. The waves are the desolations of the sky, of the night, of poetry, of blankets that cannot hold human breath. Broken from the poem are the looks. It is looking deep into the heart of the rock to see that the stone is not ignorant when it comes to storing sadness that does not speak; look deeply into the sky to see the verses following the wings of a bird flying away; look deep into the night to see loneliness; Look deeply into life to see where love is far away. Poetry is the part of the signer who resides in the word, the love that spreads into the rhythm. That love is a wave. The rushing waves, overflowing in the bowels of the rock, reveal a pensive and lonely lyric subject.