WIND and MOUNTAIN

Night jerked; wind buried itself in the mountain's chest
Mountain's reluctance rustled falling leaves
Wind squeezed the mountain's skinny shoulder and its messy hair
Lulling dulcet rhythm to the mountain's ears.
Night rustled; wind stepped along the brooks
Mountain was excited; streams were overflowed
Through reeds, wind wove through the mountain's crevices
Mountain felt asleep in the hands of rustling wind.
On the mountain's breast, insane wind hurried
And swayed among the mountain's dreamy grass
Listening to thousands of mist layers dropping on the ground
Sniveling mountain watched sleepy wind immersed in its golden dream.

Le Ngoc Ninh (Vietnam)