The first rains of the season
Across the “Mountain City”
No need anyone to wait
May comes quietly!
Isn't it the middle of summer?
Isn't it hot and thirsty?
No cicadas chirping…
But the rain is falling lightly
By the land and sky of Dalat
Spring - Summer - Fall - Winter
Only two seasons: Rain - sun
Is it strange to travel?...
The poem has not been written yet
May is here
The purple umbrella
Poetry ideas. Confused!..
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