Reading at Java: Sunrise Over Angkor, គក់ទ្រូងប្រាសាទ
What a great event, Greg, to me and who were there,
Java Cafe is like a place to play our mind,
Nice to have been there seeing new faces,
Becoming friends, though their names not all known,
You, Carly Beth Nugent, Daen Lia Kelly, Bryan, Dana Langlois and others,
Java's owner whose name is to know,
She, from New Hampshire, speaks Khmer very well,
And a slim pretty woman with beautiful smile,
Looking Japanese but Australian she is,
And Clement from Paris of France
And his mate Manek of Indian ancestry from Paris,
Oh, and a man deeply plunged in his world of writing,
With his mate -- a computer -- working on something
He didn't seem interested in anybody and anything around,
Just wrote and wrote and nobody dared interrupting him.
My Khmer compatriots, young writers and aspiring poets,
One after another showed their mind through poems,
Phally Kim ថេង ឡេងហៃ, a woman with krama scarf,
She just sat smiling and her smiles likes those on every face
Embellished the event,
Oh, what a regret, no other woman readers just Carly!
And another whose name I don't know, to have read hers.
Only if other female figures had opened their smiling faces as readers,
Java Cafe would've been then Garden of Flowers like Eden,
And a Khmer cute woman fluent in English, on a motorbike,
Sitting on my right at the Java Cafe that memorable night,
Vanished into the dark outside with her smile, waving good night
And regret not to have known her name and everybody's
And a lot more and more to say ... leaving a real theatrical play.
What a great event, Greg, to me and who were there,
Java Cafe is like a place to play our mind,
Nice to have been there seeing new faces,
Becoming friends, though their names not all known,
You, Carly Beth Nugent, Daen Lia Kelly, Bryan, Dana Langlois and others,
Java's owner whose name is to know,
She, from New Hampshire, speaks Khmer very well,
And a slim pretty woman with beautiful smile,
Looking Japanese but Australian she is,
And Clement from Paris of France
And his mate Manek of Indian ancestry from Paris,
Oh, and a man deeply plunged in his world of writing,
With his mate -- a computer -- working on something
He didn't seem interested in anybody and anything around,
Just wrote and wrote and nobody dared interrupting him.
My Khmer compatriots, young writers and aspiring poets,
One after another showed their mind through poems,
Phally Kim ថេង ឡេងហៃ, a woman with krama scarf,
She just sat smiling and her smiles likes those on every face
Embellished the event,
Oh, what a regret, no other woman readers just Carly!
And another whose name I don't know, to have read hers.
Only if other female figures had opened their smiling faces as readers,
Java Cafe would've been then Garden of Flowers like Eden,
And a Khmer cute woman fluent in English, on a motorbike,
Sitting on my right at the Java Cafe that memorable night,
Vanished into the dark outside with her smile, waving good night
And regret not to have known her name and everybody's
And a lot more and more to say ... leaving a real theatrical play.
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