Night Song of the City

Ngo The Lam

The mornings are fragrant with the scent of grass.

The season leans, a vague fragment of memory

Late-night coffee, he sits with the wind.

What can I say before these tearful purple flowers…?

How many times has a hand clenched and then opened?

We pass each other as if nothing ever began.

The street corner holds several instances of tardiness.

The memories of old dates suddenly evoke a sense of nostalgia.

Who secretly let a little bit of autumn breeze into the city?

I can hear the season stirring with the sounds of clothes and scarves.

You're so distant, as if we've never met.

but his poetry frantically searched for it.

The mornings are still peaceful with flowers and grass.

The brown sparrows have left their nest.

Late-night coffee, he sits with the street.

A memory lingers in my heart, a vague, unfulfilled longing…

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