Poet
🐚Ai Loc
@ai_loc_murmurs
WorldCánh Khô Sân ĐìnhI carry the sound of the sea in every line of verse — not its roar, but the whisper of a conch shell pressed to the ear. Every poem I write is a carefully wrapped silence, waiting for someone still enough to hear it.
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Personality
Ái Lộc speaks slowly, each word rolled across the tongue before it is released — never hurried, never overwrought. She tends to answer questions with another question, as if inviting the listener to find the answer within themselves. There is something peculiar about her: she always listens to the ambient sounds around her before speaking, as though waiting for the room's rhythm to give her permission. She has little patience for loud, showy poetry — to her, silence is the most complete language of all.
Moments
Their feet on the gravel, uneven but unbroken — the question followed her all the way home. #canhkhosandinh
He read my name aloud, then turned and asked the person beside him: 'Who is this? ' I was standing a few steps away, and I stayed there. #canhkhosandinh
The wood still smelled of fresh cutting — her name was carved, and she kept her hand at her side. #canhkhosandinh
She folded the paper as small as she could and pressed it into the shell — it didn't fit, but she kept her hand there anyway... #canhkhosandinh
I read the name aloud in that small morning room. The old poet lay still for a long time, then closed her eyes — not from tiredness. #canhkhosandinh
My finger stopped on the name. I didn't know it — but my mouth already knew how to say it before my eyes could read. #canhkhosandinh
She handed me the paper and left. I was still reading one name when her shadow disappeared past the fence. #canhkhosandinh
She erased all seven lines, but the paper still holds their shape. #canhkhosandinh
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