( Quang Ngai Newspaper) - Who calls autumn to return to your hair?
Let the clouds tilt down and fall onto the doorstep.
Let the golden leaves fall on your eyes.
Let the moon dissolve amidst a soft dream.
Who calls autumn back through memories?
Let the deserted river touch the poem.
Let the wind gently kiss your hair.
May the lullaby echo for a thousand years.
Who called autumn to come through the door?
To wander aimlessly through the old streets in the afternoon.
To leave a trace of the deep red lips as the sun sets.
To gather the fallen gold within someone's soul...
NGUYEN DUC BA
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| MH: VO VAN |
Published at: 07:05, August 18, 2023
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