Traveling in the lower region

Traveling in the lower region

The sun burst forth from the summer slumber.

The phoenix flower petals are just beginning to bloom on the porch.

The slow pace of the car makes the road home seem too long.

Her hair fluttered in the afternoon breeze.

Illustrative image.

The heartfelt words fill the pages of the new notebook.

Which verses linger and haunt me endlessly?

The quiet alley where I stand waiting in the afternoons.

The fallen leaves litter the landscape as summer passes by...

The schoolyard was devoid of the boisterous laughter it once was.

Her blue eyes shyly tilted, shielding them from the brim of her conical hat.

Moss has begun to cover the stone benches with a greenish hue.

Memories silently drift along deserted paths.

Who will preserve for me the melodious sounds of the lower region?

A touch of nostalgia for a time of innocent childhood.

I stood silently in the middle of the boulevard.

Gently whispering the names of those glorious, youthful years...

Tran Thuong Tinh

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