The path through the clouds... - A poem by Phan Van Thinh

Illustration by: Van Nguyen

We return to visit the old poetic land.
There are vows and wishes.
The thin shirt was not worn out by the floodwaters.
My dreams have grown old and withered, do you know that...?

My dear, if you pass by that place...
Is the river still as clear and blue as ever?
Once upon a time, eyelashes were drawn behind the window frame.
The old footprints lean heavily, carrying a heavy heart.

The slender wings of the bird keep flying and flying.
Yes, indeed, the paths are rough and uneven, like clouds everywhere.
One day, lost in thought by the water.
Suddenly I saw the figure of a drunkard...

Clouds appear on the horizon as spring gives way to winter.
The willow branch is shy, with its curved lips.
Are you going out this afternoon...?
I wish the streets were quiet and the markets weren't crowded.

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/neo-duong-may-tho-cua-phan-van-thinh-185250103132418122.htm