Still writing poetry because of fate

I will visit you there

when summer phoenix flowers begin to glow red

when the Central region's sun dries the grass

and the cicadas left soft bodies

I don't write poetry anymore

by husband, children - happy arrangement

by the river clear rain, cloudy sun

sad people, happy people - going back and forth across the bridge

leaving central Vietnam to the land of roses

embracing storms, thunderstorms - two seasons of sunshine and cold

still write poetry because of fate

should see life, mountain colder than river

We went down the pass, heard the wind blowing against the field

The sea is clear and the waves are white.

sit for a long time - old school gate - I teach

familiar home - where are you going now?

Source: http://baolamdong.vn/van-hoa-nghe-thuat/202503/con-lam-tho-boi-la-duyen-no-cb55f65/