Ivy - A poem by Mai Nhat

The poem only added a few wrinkles.

Don't hesitate to approach an old photograph.

Winter leaves no memory.

Just a wisp of mist on the face of spring.

Time to locate on the road

Growing up and getting old

I'm afraid I won't have enough to live on.

(I'm afraid it won't be enough because I love life too much.)

Ivy typically blooms late.

(Because every time we're stuck)

(We've only just started thinking about ivy)

What does it look like?

It certainly only has one leaf.

Suddenly, the image of ivy came to mind.

Wild daisies are still blooming by the ditch.

The crape myrtle tree of my childhood had tiny white seeds cracking open.

(While walking down the street, if you see a tree that resembles the one in your mind,

It is ivy.

It will bring joy everywhere.

Because that's what we've always wanted.

Illustration by: Tuan Anh

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/thuong-xuan-tho-cua-mai-nhat-185260411190118686.htm