STAR FLOWER SEASON

Photo: XUYEN VO

Tra Vinh streets in the afternoon.

The wind gently blows through the season of memories.

Falling starflowers, brown dragonflies scattering from their nests.

They all swooped down onto the road.

and it spins around as if time itself knows how to migrate.

I passed by a summer of the past,

I hear my heart gently swirling with each petal.

It seems like there's a child in my heart.

they cried out because the wind was rising,

I wanted to rush out into the street.

Reaching out to catch a star.

flying low…

I remember once my father carried me past those old star trees.

I tilted my head back, waiting for the wind to blow.

Each falling petal is a wish.

as light as a summer afternoon nap.

The city in May,

The rain has come.

The streets were filled with nostalgia for the green sprouts.

The dried petals whisper their secrets.

It fell onto my hair.

then dissolve in someone's embrace

in love…

Starflower

It doesn't fall like a golden leaf.

and turned sideways as if in a warm embrace,

A glimmer of hope was hidden in his mind.

Sending forth the fragile wings of the passing days,

Searching for a blessed land to illuminate the future.

in the heart of the city,

a place where life is a whirlwind of honking horns.

There is still a corner of the sky,

for the star-shaped petals

A whirlwind of memories.

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