For the gentle - Poem by Ha Minh

Illustration: Van Nguyen

Still just chrysanthemums for half of autumn

Still just the old path for an old memory

The moon still does not sleep in the million stars

Still leisurely clouds drift over thousands of mountain peaks

The night is endless and unhurried, drawing round dew drops in the eyes

The dawn is busy decorating the wet eyelids of the dusk

Love something real, let go of something vague

How much nostalgia and coincidence, life still flows on endlessly

In the pouring rain, the canopy of leaves suddenly appeared.

In the sound of the distant street music there is a young woman

In the silent poem there is a dropped heart

In the cool breeze someone picked up a leaf

The day is getting lighter, the afternoon is fading quietly

Your fragile shirt has been gentle for many seasons

Do you still have the original warm hands?

For the gentleness is also very ancient...

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/cho-nhung-dieu-dang-tho-cua-ha-minh-185251004192648004.htm