STAR FLOWER SEASON

Photo: XUYEN VO

Afternoon on Tra Vinh street

the wind tilts the season of memories,

falling star flowers, broken brown dragonfly wings,

together down to the road,

and spin as if time itself could migrate.

I passed through an old summer,

listen to my heart gently turn with each flower petal,

there seems to be a child in my heart

roaring because of the wind,

want to run out into the street,

reach out and catch a star

flying low…

I remember the time my father carried me through the old star fruit trees,

look up and wait for the wind to blow,

Every falling petal is a wish,

light as a summer nap,

City in May,

the rain has come,

The streets were filled with memories of green shoots,

The dried petals whisper,

fall fall on hair,

then melt into someone's chest

in love…

Star flower

not yellow falling like leaves,

but turned sideways as if warming the arms,

a little hope hidden in the mind,

send thin wings of days,

looking for a good land to light up the future

in the heart of the city,

where life is bustling with car horns,

still a corner of the sky,

for the star petals

spin the memory season.

Source: https://www.baotravinh.vn/tho/mua-hoa-sao-46134.html