TTN 311: THIS MORNING IS NOT RAIN / Poem by Tống Thu Ngân (MIMOSA TÍM)

 
Poem by Tống Thu Ngân (MIMOSA TÍM)
 
 
TTN 311
THIS MORNING IS NOT RAIN
 
This morning it did not rain
The birds sing happily, the wind calls the season
Spring is radiant on apple branches
The squirrels innocently kept playing
 
The golden anemone swinging brightly
The dandelion is also shy
Flower buds bloom to wait for the wind
In order to change my old life
 
This morning it did not rain
Walking around the town, walking the old way
Green grass… velvet green
Remember when we were still transporting
 
Stop by the small way to buy and sell
A little while ago he was still joking
My poetry collected and sold
Change all my love… fruitful season
 
Who could not sell the old story
Love memories… old memories
More precious than the legendary bright night star
The two of them have been together for all four seasons
 
This morning it did not rain
Only the roses has a good season
An old scent i miss too
Also because this morning… it didn’t rain…
 
Tống Thu Ngân 311

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