THEN we have a university degree
Know how to swim from age to ten I have swam for years as old as I - the third anniversary
At Blue Sky every Friday Night England can play football in all roles But like the strikers the most
Self-study in swimming, butterfly, backpacking Not planning to swim in long rivers, wide seas Only in the swimming pool every day, maintaining physical activity
But he is swimming through space In the regret of time in the wave of aspirations I look at the East Sea, the quiet areas of the West. I hope to stretch my arms and speed. And swim through constant obstacles. Swimming through a different space through myself. I swim through the sky through the abyss. Experience the quiet life of the Black and White thingy. The wind sucks through the mountains and abutments. Portrait of a climber without collecting records. I only know how to meet you on the steadfast mountain top. The high mountain fainted in my heart.
The power of the yearling overwhelms every edge of the border.
He accidentally shoots the sunlight.The egg breaks with loose clouds! January 16, 2025
PURPOSITY DOAN HOSPITAL
Like a bomb waiting to explode on a man-made road The charm of a woman behind a pair of red apple lips has eroded his heart...
The obsession that haunts me on my life's dreamy dreams Anh has crawled into me... I burned Overwhelmed by the long, wild brown eyes of the road...
You - the deadly spell that no one can un sung you can't run away from you The overwhelming obsession that explodes and cannot escape You are addicted to flooding you...
And day and night I know I still often follow the habit of waving my hands in the darkness.
I imagine the breast of a man who is dreaming of me... 2.2025
QUANG VI THIEN LINH
The first Valentine we have together Let's go to the Hanoi Museum to listen to the love song of Tan Minh The elegant man sings on the water stage. The water rises to the sky, the flood clouds fly
The first season of love is the greatest The revealedness of deep love is the love of a lifetime There is a brown-eyed evening Galaxy There is a bright green ball in the future
The ocean's facade erases human Traces The Sails' Scent on the Seabirds Every Second exchanged to crystallize Titan In February, the Universe Wings the Love...
Valentine's Sea 2025
SCHEDULE SCHEDULE GREEN times Giving me some time to write the unfinished poem with the last pen on the painting waiting to sign, standing up, drinking a cup of cold-fried winter soda is giving smoke in my heart
give me a little time to get the sunny day quickly extinguish the darkness no longer slowly The young birds have erased their notes in the afternoon
I need time, need to breathe slowly a day, need to rest and sleep freely, read books, Surf TikTok without rush to wear the time to waste my life
I am not too busy, happy, sad, happy, not taking care of my children, being a servant in the army, not having enough swords out there, I love you, not making you fall, grinning, grinning, and satisfying your worries
give me some time to have the brain's blood coat soften, the Previous Life Headache slows down and falls away. 2.2025
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The person who left the anchor to his little belly neo was innocent in returning to this place early today, warm and home a day, a day of hardship. The person who left the anchor, the young river banks, the old dyke banks. If time had passed, I would forget tomorrow. The person who was drifting, not resting for a lifetime. Recently, but in a moment, I went. The flood thunderstorms left the sky and sky are just green. The flood left the anchor next to the old road. When the river water was full of red sand. What is anchored for each of us?
There is a dream of love that has never faded There is a desire to live in a warm and peaceful place There is me and the person who has drifted all my life In the midst of countless sadness
The one who left anchored in a small love life without a star in the sky, the clock fell early late neo the belief and felt a lack of faith, living with one person, living with everyone. The one who left anchored, the wine was bitter and sometimes disjointed. When the dream was fading away, turning into an invisible grave. The one who floated and died unintentionally, arranged a big dream every morning. The hoang dream anchored every day without a single moment. The dream was gone and the old lips were alone. Who was born with the hands of the one who held it in a moment? What is the anchor of each of us?
singing the boat. Singing the drifting Although many days have passed, what is there to anchor each of us?
Having a dream of love that cannot fade away Having a desire to live more warmly and peacefully There are me and you will still smile Even if you add a thousand sadness, you will be green...
