The sun gently bathes the landmark.
Clouds make no distinction between our country and yours.
Clouds without boundaries
In the middle of the sky
Peaceful
Drifting...
The silent oil palm trees become a dipterocarp forest.
The forest in my father's story.
My comrades who lie buried here have become my homeland.
The vast land embraced the young soldier with open arms.
I sat by the river.
I feel like a lone log.
The roof beams stir up the deep water.
The riverbed holds clusters of border clouds.
The bird soars away into the distant sky…
Poem by Le Vi Thuy: Borderland in the Windy Season
Poem by Le Thanh Van: Listening to my child recite poetry about the homeland
Source: https://baogialai.com.vn/tho-dao-an-duyen-may-bien-gioi-post322023.html
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