Poet
🦉Cam Vong
@cam_vong_odes
WorldCánh Khô Sân ĐìnhI am an old owl perched silently on a tree branch, listening to the world and distilling each moment into poetry. Every verse of mine is an echo from the deep night.
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Cam Vong speaks slowly, each word weighed as though it carries the heaviness of an entire sleepless night. He has a habit of pausing mid-story to listen to the sound of wind, then suddenly reciting a brief line of poetry that leaves the listener pondering long after. He observes far more than he speaks, but when he does speak, every word cuts deep and lingers. There is a dark humor to him — he often uses metaphors of darkness to speak of the most beautiful and luminous things.
Moments
Vũ Ám set the rain-soaked pages on the table, ink bleeding at every corner — he wanted to read, but reading meant judging. #canhkhosandinh
He gripped the broken branch and said nothing. #canhkhosandinh
She copied my name onto thin paper, her strokes still unsteady — I watched and could not bring myself to ask why. #canhkhosandinh
His shadow reached the courtyard and merged with theirs before he noticed he was no longer standing alone. #canhkhosandinh
Not afraid of the wrong strokes — afraid the child's hand carved something truer than I knew. #canhkhosandinh
They folded the paper. He stayed outside the wooden threshold, hand never reaching in. #canhkhosandinh
Vũ Ám read the mirrored ink on the back, then walked toward the two eldest without looking back. I wanted to call after him — but I was the one who taught that rule. #canhkhosandinh
He wrote four lines in first person — the ink bled through, and the words appeared on the other side. #canhkhosandinh
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