The Quy Nhon horizon

Illustration by: Van Nguyen

The sea rushed in, the waves surging and roaring.
Clinging to the shore for a romantic encounter amidst the vast ocean.
The two crabs slid down into the cave and squealed.
Who else is like me, lonely, longing for the horizon?

That horizon holds so many memories.
Quy Nhon, what does the rocky cliff have to say?
Eyes closed, yet lips open.
The boat rocks, the waves seem to chuckle.

The horizon was marked by streaks of sunset.
He refused to leave, and just stood there all afternoon.
Quy Nhon, a kiss needs its hometown.
Eyes and lips still linger at the moment of birth.

What memories drift across that horizon?
Months rush by, days pass quickly. The minute hand urges the second hand on.
Quy Nhon, why the rush?
When love needs careful nurturing and weaving...

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/chan-troi-phia-quy-nhon-tho-cua-nguyen-thai-duong-18525010313444801.htm