Sit down with Tuy Hoa

When the morning just rose, the coffee drops were quiet

When the street was bustling beside the quiet trees

And Tuy Hoa like poetry.

On the Nghinh Phong side, the waves keep turning white.

But Tuy Hoa wind is still young after a million years

What memory is not stained with the color of vicissitudes?

Sitting with Tuy Hoa listening to the endless sediment.

We will tell each other stories about the roads

Yesterday afternoon the crossroads and five-way intersections had rustling leaves.

The flow of people passing by strangely

Still feel familiar by Tuy Hoa's eyes.

Source: https://baophuyen.vn/sang-tac/202504/ngoi-lai-voi-tuy-hoa-38b41dd/