Old Days - Poetry by Nguyen Tien Thanh

ILLUSTRATION: VAN NGUYEN

I bring the seven colors of the rainbow
Write instead of ink on the road of falling leaves
Misty rain this afternoon
White sky of Hanoi at the end of the day you left
The monsoon winds tilt the night sky
Don't be swayed by the sidewalk night cafe
I bring bitter wine with yeasty smell
Pouring the old days into the park of the past
Sheer shirt, sweet hair
Shouldering the damage of the body
Light up the sky with thousands of stars
Fragile light, off some remorse
I bring grass to cut my bare feet
The sunset bleeds the fading sunlight
The dike runs along the end of the long river.
The old sail still drifts in the human world
One day drifting to the horizon
We bury the old days in our hearts.

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