Dawn thoughts
The dawn belongs to me
the ruffled sparrow on the edge of the wet moss wall
i look at the sun
understand the joys of the living day
Corpses of epiphyllum last night just bloomed
i understand what I wish for the night
the grass is going green
warm to the best of ever is a chamomile
the confusion of the noose
always fascinated me
I want to be innocent in every eye
i wish my all emotions are always young
the clarity of dawn rushed on me
fingers of mist are sharp pain.
Only the bike carrying flowers back late
We go with the sleeping flowers
emotions are also sleeping peacefully
fingers on fingers whispering
about a vast hill
We listen silently
path of the fingers
lead us
into the end of the mystery
When everything is banned
there are still roads
lead us to
dreams
The whispering fingers awakened
imbue us all tender
The flowers fill our backs
quietly stretching the body
soft in sleep
the scents are hidden in curled up wings
hidden colors in leaves
We walk as if drifting
the moon sprinkled Immense light on the endless hills
Do not leave each other
please
don't leave each other
fingers without fingers
Fingers
pain in each blood vessel.
Translated from Vietnamese by HIEN NGOC
Edited by LE HOA
VNQD