Evening Steps - Poem by Nguyen Hoang Tho

Golden autumn wind falls on my hand, purple lips of the day, a lingering tear of sorrow.

Afternoon
Tears well up in my eyes, longing for my homeland.
The waiting place is impermanent.
The ferryboat glides along, gleaming white...

Illustration: Tuan Anh

Lucky pig
The window is quiet.
Several layers of moss on the terrace
The person hasn't seen the person yet.

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/buoc-chieu-tho-cua-nguyen-hoang-tho-1851513236.htm