Painting - Poetry by Nguyen Ngoc Hanh

Illustration: Tuan Anh

way home
very old town
many people but still have excess of me
sad river
drizzling rain
wet wooden clogs soaked through the flying dress
where am i in this street
cold wind on the shoulder of the dim alley
who sits alone
lonely

pouring rain
afternoon sun poem
old town painting
moss green
who just drew the bird call
fire
I just realized I
sitting alone in the middle of an orphaned lover

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/buc-tranh-tho-cua-nguyen-ngoc-hanh-185250614185937665.htm