And suddenly, a love song by musician Duc Huy, who wrote in his middle age, said to the family of a deep wish for a deep love: "I am like the autumn wind flying gently/ Taking you to find a poem/ Suddenly I heard my heart is dreaming/ Mo loves you passionately like the first time I love you/ I want to love you deeply/ I have loved you for a long time/ I love you until my heart stops beating/ For a moment in the fall...".
THER RISE NICK THERAPIS From the familiarity of playing light to shape the game about playing on white rice paper I received a lying mark back...
I was in the Northeast of purple velvet - deep night of melon remembrance soft and fragrant breathing gently covering the pillow with the beauty of the moon From the familiarity of the familiarity of the familiarity of the slightly surprised dream, every dream flies here on the white rice paper The color of love recalls a hundred years of achievements "year of living - night lying down" Art of flowering with fate The distant wife and wife are soaked to shine, the color connecting beautifully to poetry...8.2025
When YU IS still male, love is originally speechless, love is like a wave turning around, the boat boatets of love, even though it is so sweet and sweet, passing through so many times until the first thought of a white-haired lover hesitated to offer you.
7.2025
DOOR THAT SCHEDULE DOOR Today's Residence The day he returned to the city is in the dry season The sky in me is heavily overcast with clouds and clouds for many months ago.
I don't bring gifts, only the scent of salt and salt, the forest from afar blends into a breath, pushing the first drops of rain to fall where I was thirsty for a long time and then touching each other.
The two dry fields meet the underground water that wakes up, gliding through each pot of cracked soil and grass, waiting to die from the previous season.
In addition to the windows falling straight in the rainwater falling all over the neck, shoulders, chest going all the familiar slopes and then dissolving into the valley Both silently The sound of water flowing into the heart beat the club.How much does it sound like rain in the rain or so soft brown!When the rain passed through the sky and the earth, leaving behind a sweet, thunderous scent, only those who had once turned their faces in the rain knew that it was the scent of life after so long dry days.8.2025
just enough to be gentle enough to be unbearable* Are you familiar with it?
Or have I forgotten?
You of the days bring clouds back to make hair Raising to the sky the red eyes are endless Since that day, I have not returned.
I have lost love and knees in the journey of farewell.
Every time I love, the universe is a wild forest full of just one word: I am you...
Who said: "If I love, I have to say it?" But Autumn has definitely shook its head.
There are times when love is not allowed to return.
The silent the waterfall is, the deeper it flows...Since then, the flower season has not bloomed.Let me tell you the story of a broken heart.A storm has passed through a small city.Leaving behind a devastation, countless fragile pieces Since then, the heart has not recovered.Since then, the million tigons have bloomed all day long.The church bell has also been unfortunately soothing.The yellow leaves that fell half a thousand times are also Love!So gentle, so gentle that I can't stand it I give Thu a sad song of love A mai accidentally passing through a small town I can't wait to know that I've fallen in love!7.2025 * Poetry by Olga Berggolts (1910 - 1975)
THUONG THUYEN SCHEDULEEN Milk flower trees add scent The old crocodile trees reduce leaves The day is less carefree The night is more precious and rewarding Along the autumn road Trade the yellow leaves Remember the scent of milk flowers The day of fresh sunlight and the end of the year The old moon night calls the young moon The autumn Mon Bridge, the autumn step, the autumn slow down From us The day suddenly the wind changes...
8.2025
SONG SCHEDULE VI SCHEDULE SCHEDULE This afternoon of August The poetic sound of holding on When the season of kissing the rings Warm, holding the stars to quickly step on the strings, holding the stars to let the rain drop on the stars The moment the thought of a moment of the moment of the year grows green in the middle of the open autumn Live and die one breath away less than 22 My life is less than 22 years old, I work hard to write like the river peaches The river peaches are real - not broken The shoulders, feet, body is soft, I am the river flowing into you The river without banks Push the river without a rope Dong Dao Nguyen opens the forest of white and pink peach trees...
melt...together.17.16, August 2025
