09:22, 03/09/2023
After many years, I revisited the village gate.
See the bird carrying the golden sunlight of late autumn
Countryside alley with burning grass and smoke
Whose house is playing the sad melody of the zither?
The village gate is windy and rainy.
Childhood with dragonflies playing
The kite that day broke and fell
Still echoes at the bottom of the well are the laughter of old friends.
The village gate is flooded with midday sun
Love father persistently pulling the harrow with the buffalo
My mother wears a conical hat and a brown shirt.
The market is gloomy with baskets of vegetables and onions...
Broken brick village gate covered with green moss
How many people of the past have become clouds and gone
Choking holding rice grains in hand
The gratitude to my homeland is still heavy every day.
Waving goodbye to the village gate
Turn back
Tears
Wet countryside shadow...
Thanh Trac Nguyen Van
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