When you ever feel badand you’ll walk barefoot on the grassearly in the morningthat the dew will gatheron your feetand you’ll be clothed in red silkand you’ll have a yellow flowerin your fair hairand the first rays of sunlightwill kiss you gently. That’s when you remember me,the poor poet who loved you.
Month: February 2024
Mỹ Sơn
Between the 4th and 13th centuries a unique culture which owed its spiritual origins to Indian Hinduism developed on the coast of contemporary Viet Nam. This is graphically illustrated by the remains of a series of impressive tower-temples located in a dramatic site that was the religious and political capital of the Champa Kingdom for…