encountering birdsong in early summer.
lifting the veil of pristine mist
The season of a thousand green leaves
Pick up a bunch of strange flowers.
Falling down, causing a commotion on the way home.
The gentle sunlight on the young woman's shoulders
Run in a myriad of dreamy directions
Day after day drags on endlessly.
a turbulent life
Who weaves the land of melancholy?
Made of very thin silk?
The afternoon is filled with the purple blossoms of the crape myrtle.
poem pretending to fall asleep
The season when the flame tree blossoms.
Lowering my heart, I call out his name.
In gentle memories
meeting the eyes of a captivated person.
Their touch was passionate.
The season fades quickly and indifferently.
Pick up the summer and hold it in your hand.
Encountering a whole world of dreams...
Source: https://baophuyen.vn/sang-tac/202505/tim-trong-mat-ha-a9027fc/






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