New Year's Eve - Poem by Hoang Thuy Anh

Illustration: Van Nguyen

The wind blows gently through the areca trees
The flock of turtledoves huddled together on the leaves.
The cold sleeps in the quilted jacket
The kitchen roof silently incubates the aroma of new rice

Reach out and lift the velvet curtain
The gentle night separates itself to pollinate
Fire of freedom branches out in color
Shine like Van Gogh's Flowering Orchards

The branch of the 30th night mother picked from the garden
January off to a sweet start
On that pure white page
Every person is born a noble guest in this world.

The way home never gets old
Sit down here and make some hot tea.
And listen to the fragrant time.

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