The flute of a fellow-prisoner

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Nostalgically a flute wails in the ward.

Sad grows the tone, mournful the melody.

Miles away, beyond passes and streams,

in infinite melancholy,

a lonely wife mounts a tower to gaze abroad.

 

Hồ Chí Minh, Prison Diary

1942

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