Lenguyen's Poetry: Seasons on the Street

Passing season, Pleiku shows off new clothes

Morning dew flies for the wind to write poetry

The swaying street is drunk with the song of waiting

Let's watch a strange cloud together.

Illustration: NV

The sky is blue, no need to add more paint

Looking at the silent hills in the sunset

He walked over the old worn slope

Listen to the old season squeeze through the window.

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City night listening to you sing

The cool wind smells of wine on soft lips

We met halfway through the music

Seeing Pleiku is both real and dreamlike.

Source: https://baogialai.com.vn/tho-lenguyen-mua-qua-pho-post318933.html