The last moments of winter

As the winter winds blow through the green forests of Ma Da (Dong Nai province), poet PN Thuong Doan sees Ma Da this morning, where we return amidst fragrant blossoms / Forest flowers bursting open, the sound of babbling streams singing / Brown-winged forest bees inviting people to seek sweet nectar. Through the poet's filter, each image also contains the mood of the last moments of winter, before welcoming spring.

The green Ma Da forest beckons...

The green forest calls me, oh green forest calls me!

On the last day of the year, we return to Ma Da.

The winding path, the winter wind shedding leaves.

Gold of the old trenches

The wind whispers in the distance, asking if you remember me?

Who stands guard in the forest, their clothes soaked by the rain?

Who stood guard in the forest amidst falling bombs and flying bullets?

Who will stand guard in the forest while the men go into battle tonight?

The forest is a magical shade of green.

The battle order is inscribed on the branches of an old tree.

People who lived for a thousand years, people who formed forests to protect the land.

People permeate the earth, and the earth nourishes the green forest.

We stood in the middle of the forest, and saw the forest weeping.

Tears water millions of moss-covered tombstones.

Tears flowed over each symbolic grave.

Tears linger on the fading incense.

People remain youthful with time.

This morning, we return to Ma Da amidst the fragrant scent.

Wild flowers bloom, the sound of the babbling stream sings.

Wild bees with brown wings invite people to find sweet nectar.

The Great Hornbill flies freely.

Amidst the vast green forest, a red sun burst forth.

PN THUONG DOAN

THN

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