Maybe I will read English Poetry
* Send emotionally Dat Forest, Long Khanh
I do not remember a rainy night.
Mountain city, night lights, the wind blows.
He Da-a very distant,
visit for negative aspects.
Bus trip, last, full of passengers,
go to the docks, the ecstasy.
Looking through the door, waving my hands.
Oh! I tapered back, long hair flying.
Negative thoughts're new situation.
No doubt her title two hundred years.
General matter, but steps, rain harmony,
the sad joke every free man.
Earliest age that you are of spring.
I also hesitate recent years.
Sympathetic strangers to each poem,
so our relationship blossomed body ...
Hometown blind fire and smoke of gunpowder,
I also pity far away.
Each trip also comforted military post
- The broken leg as we love.
Call now stand in the subconscious,
trot out pieces of his back.
I wrote poems released in the wind,
when sad I will not as long as inspiration (?) ...
Mac Lan Tran
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