Poem by Le Vi Thuy: Borderland in the Windy Season

(GLO) - Amidst the rustling winds of the scorching Central Highlands mountains, Le Vi Thuy's poem "Borderland in the Windy Season" stirs a quiet emotion in the reader. From the innocent eyes of children to the prosperity of the villages and the sweat of soldiers, everything blends together in the yearning for peace at the northernmost point of the Fatherland.

Central Highlands during the windy season

The desolate winds of the season

Blowing on the rooftops

The sound of the corrugated iron roof heaving.

Cling clang.

Illustration: PTHT

The steep wind

Blowing up those round brown eyes

Hair that smells of childhood sunshine

Drifting aimlessly.

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The forest wind rustled.

Wind from the border

Breathe in the dream of peace.

Of the Jrai villagers

Sesame salt grains

Spicy ginger, salty

Covering the fields

Coffee, rubber.

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The windows were brightly lit.

The sound of children reciting their lessons.

In the green region of the Central Highlands

Sweat soaked through the soldier's uniform.

The border remains secure and peaceful.

According to the length of days, months, and years.

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