Drifting - Poetry by Nguyen Ngoc Hanh

Illustration: Van Nguyen

The sea doesn't invite me home.

Who else is here amidst the vast ocean?

Waves drift, breasts swell and float.

Drifting on shoulders amidst the vast evening breeze

I am alone, silently by the shore of love.

And I swam naked in the tide.

She spread her bare arms.

I clutched my feet tightly to protect them from the wind.

soft back exposed to the midday sun

Waves gently caress the slender waists of the riverbanks.

The wind gently swayed her curved lips.

The buds burst open, sinking into the clouds.

You are like a wordless poem.

Drifting on the deserted sea, a fleeting life like a hibiscus flower.

swim to infinity

Drifting to the shore, meeting again at the mountain's edge.

Drifting away doesn't necessarily mean it's lost or still there.

Who knows, the sea of ​​life may be clear or muddy, but where it may be, there may be clear or muddy waters.

It's not easy for the waves to crash across the vast ocean.

Just drift along until you reach the shore and fall in love.

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/troi-tho-cua-nguyen-ngoc-hanh-185250913180816064.htm