Summer and the White Pebble

Open your hand

The schoolgirl tossed the white pebble.

Caught the wrong cicada sound

I was startled out of the game.

Spring has begun in summer

The day the petals shyly hide on the tree

Red sap flows around the leaf axils

The lark's song is strung up in the sky.

Small nest of eggs hatched full of memories

Royal poinciana flowers wave hello to thousands of pieces of bird wings

The sky falls an invisible voice

White dress between two strangers

Face to face

The busy road...

Not yet had time to sing the old cicada song

Not yet able to say goodbye to the sacred temple

The stone door quickly turned

In front is the river

The other side is the market.

That is where memories are sold.

And future buyers...

Both hands open

Accidentally dropped the white pebble...

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/mua-he-va-vien-soi-trang-tho-cua-nguyen-thanh-nga-185240525174235693.htm