Dreaming of Flowers - A poem by Nam Thanh

Illustration: Van Nguyen

When spring arrives, gently caressing the earth and sky.

He carries his passion through life.

Longing blossoms into a forest of white flowers.

Hoa is waiting for you!

She didn't come!

I waited for you until the afternoon sun turned gray.

The sound of chirping and fragrant blossoms blankets the mountains and hills.

Weaving floral patterns for the mountains and forests.

Then you arrived unexpectedly, like the wind.

Gliding like the wind, afraid of hurting a thin blade of grass.

Pink umbrella, floral dress, blue belt

The song echoes precariously in the mountains.

A voice as sweet as flowers

A graceful, flowing gait.

Your eyes herald the arrival of spring.

My feet call joy back.

Your hands are sweet and fragrant with flowers and fruits.

A smile as lush as the mountains, forests, rivers, and streams…

Are you the spirit of flowers, the soul of mountains?

Let him be amazed by the forest of flowers.

So that every spring he will have a dream.

They bloom white across the mountains and forests of Northwest Vietnam.

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/mo-hoa-tho-cua-nam-thanh-185260207202031055.htm