( Quang Ngai Newspaper) - Who called autumn on your hair?
Let the clouds tilt down and fall beside the threshold
Let the yellow leaves fall on your eyes
Let the moon melt in the soft dream
Who calls autumn back through memories
Let the deserted river touch the poem
Let the wind accidentally kiss your hair
To let the lullaby echo forever
Who calls autumn through the door?
To let the afternoon get lost in the old town
To leave the dark lips of the fall season
To collect the gold falling in someone's soul...
NGUYEN DUC BA
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| MH: VO VAN |
Published at: 07:05, 18/08/2023
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