The town at the change of seasons at night is like an unfinished poem
Hills blooming with thousands of flowers
Magical fog yellow lights
The night turns splendid.
Uphill walk
As I dreamed
People are like the scent of wine poured into a rainy night
Meteor horizon flash
Find each other from clumsy thoughts.
Each phosphorescent gap haunts the night
Turn your thoughts around
I feel like a splendid night in the changing season…
Poetry by Bien Pen: The sun has not passed yet
Poetry by Nguyen Ngoc Hung: Grass leaves sing poetry
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