The flowers are still waiting for you - A poem by Nam Thanh

Illustration: Tuan Anh

In March, the wind serves as the pen.

He wrote a poem to send to the clouds in the sky.

I miss you, my memories fill the years.

He sent his prayers to heaven and earth to ease his burden.

You are now far away in another world.

Do you ever remember the season when the crape myrtle flowers bloomed?

Thin as mist, fragile as a breath.

Warmth like the look in our eyes on the first day we met.

The crape myrtle flowers fell profusely on my head.

Light as white smoke, clear as snow.

A whole sky full of crape myrtle blossoms floated before my eyes.

A thousand years have passed, yet the flowers still fly!

Where are you amidst the hustle and bustle of life?

Does sadness still linger as the leaves of the crape myrtle tree drift in the wind?

Still feeling sorry for the fate of the flower

fragile and tiny?

They fly back and forth, searching for a place to land in someone's hand.

Now the crape myrtle blossoms are falling, turning my hair white again.

White wind, white May, filled with longing.

Will you ever return to your old home?

The tree, with its blossoms for many seasons, still waits for you…

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/hoa-van-doi-em-tho-cua-nam-thanh-185250405184914958.htm