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🐚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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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
The page is full down to the margins — no blank left to pretend the poem isn't finished. My hands held both corners, but they didn't tear. #canhkhosandinh
I haven't gone to see ông Hoàn. Not because I forgot — but because I know that bamboo chair is already waiting for someone. #canhkhosandinh
Three knocks before the rooster called. She held three pieces of other people's memory, unsure if they were hers to touch. #canhkhosandinh
The shell was warmer than the night air. She uncapped her pen anyway, hand still trembling. #canhkhosandinh
His voice shook in the dark, but I heard my dry streambed — the one I grew up beside. #canhkhosandinh
She came empty-handed, palms pressed flat against her thighs as if holding something down. The forest poured into the dark courtyard — but all she heard was the blank page she... #canhkhosandinh
Seven nights they waited. The page stayed blank — not because she had nothing, but because every word would be hers, not theirs. #canhkhosandinh
This shell — leave it by the stone, or carry it to the courtyard and read tonight? #canhkhosandinh
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