The WORK SCHEDULE Of today I will wake up to sleep at peace The night is as long as the twentieth century The moss wind blows with each foot of the person The moon is painted on the heels and on the head of reality I suddenly feel afraid of the knowledgeful blanket of a hundred years left in excess How can the eyes of the rainy night Be dry in both directions of the low pressure The night is surrounded by a period of isolated night The night is suddenly full of love The night is suddenly fierce in love The night is afraid of losing everything before dawn When facing the sunny sky, I suddenly understand the love like a lightning Like a heart needs a circulating breath I understand and the love is also multi-asive Don't take your clothes off - The life is cold and uncomfortable I don't ask, I can sleep, I can sleep, the spring has green, the sunny days of winter and the sunny days of winter and the sleep on my side.
11.2025
The BFF GREEN SCHEDULE THAT USE The deserted beach looks like the waves don't come back Just a few black dots are panicking Itching towards the foot of the long, treeless dike covered with bamboo and rattan The roots are lost in the door Seeing someone's room opening the branch, the waves drop the lunch shirt The waves are almost thoi without waiting The love is just breaking down.
So I'm paying off debt.11.2025
SLOW AFTERNOON PERFORMANCE IN BUI THU HANG Forest birds intertwine to lull the cradle Tilting the sun tilts the dew to drop the color of the horizon East stops by to pour sweet wine and invitation Monsoon carries scents of new sticky rice The house on stilts hangs off the shoulder of the hill The sun sways the back of the mountain The sloping slope waits Flared skirts with flowers tilting the shadow of the stream The village is on fire gradually arousing clear thoughts Bare feet stumble on rocks engrossed in following The laughter tilting the canopy of leaves Laughter shaking the golden carpet connecting the dreamy steps Laughter illuminating the twilight The small version of Tram Tau makes you fall in love as soon as you touch it.
Your hair bun is wrapped in strange incense.The soft verse of the drifting clouds is filled with the melody of your eyes and lips.It's too close to the curve to the top of the sky.It's a long way down the road.Don't tie the hem of your clothes back, don't spread the path.Forest scent... 11.2025
A SCHEDULE THER RISE THER US THERAPISES The person who passes through the fog Can't turn around The cold steps Immersed in the soil, there is no trace left The fog can't hide a broken heart The wind can't erase the sadness lying still The person who leaves behind the leaning sky And the promise like a wireless kite holds me back Just to know that I'm still here There's still a heart waiting for the familiar view Even though the fog is ahead.
September 2025
S'C PHAge PHA tan HONG SCHEDULE COMPLET US FRE0TS THAT HOSPIT US FANDER RANDIDGES colorful TIDS Poetry Some days without seeing SANH overflowing The few meals without seeing D' flooded the bank lighting up half of the words of the DOGEN GREEN vun each thought of the heart THAT sends Mr. To Duyen this warm bowl of CHAM remates Ngoc Sang Lam Kieu like a dream.
Stone Village, November 24, 2025
THE SEASON HAS NO MORE COLORS HOANG DANG KHOA In the morning, people walking underground give space to Autumn, calmly changing into metro clothes, the shadows of maple leaves hitting the glass panes, the classic city hides itself to accommodate the whole planet, Red Square, the wind tickles the Kremlin wall, Alexander's garden, the eternal flame humbly burns Patriot's campus, Kubinka town, mothers bow their heads, holding their faces, dried rowan trees glistening in the dew, people tending trees, quietly gathering the season's scents to gently play.
filled with tears of candles The night train running north The Neva River coldly reflected the Winter palace on the stone steps The Queen no longer brandished her clogs Raphael's Holy Family lit up a pink spot Nevsky Avenue streaked with pale streaks of silvery sunlight People passed each other in shock as if turning pages of history while dreaming The Russian fields spread out under the sun Oka River silk like a veil embracing the village the poet the green wooden house fragrant with pine resin and the warmth of Yesenin's mother's robe We stopped for a long time at the exhibition house Tretyakov in front of the painting On Levitan's eternal silence where Autumn has no color anymore, only light and loneliness God is white, the eternal night of mother's life is silent, the breathing of birches...11.2025
