You might find me on the Mekong,
Floating down the bustling river,
Riding through abandoned hangers
Towards the south China Sea.
And before the sea swallows the sun,
We'll drink bia hoi and dance,
Love with rice wine on our lips
And feel the broth of pho on our hips.
You might find me on a mountain pass,
Anywhere short of sapa,
On the winding rocky roads forever
Under construction or flood.
Looking into the folds of mountains,
Picturesque beyond any vision
The children walking miles to school
Beaming from a cheeky high five.
You might find me on phu quoc,
Tasting the seafood delicacies,
The locals having a jibe
At your forever terrible accent
Riding through the sand
On a scooter faster than the win
With Cambodia not far in the distance
Twining back through the forest to home.
You might not find me in vietnam
But you'd be hard pressed to do so
For my heart lives in a special place
Just next to the south China sea
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