Page 57 - Dragon&Fairy in Poetry

Thanh Thanh

I wished, in my dreams, there is a certain time
We hold their hands, gently reading a rhyme…
Apricot flowers softly hang down on our hair;
Attachment shines in my eyes with a waiting air.

You are not just impassible like some strange guy
As inattentive as any kind of vague passer-by!
I have experienced queries many a night…
Well, I am fain… to dispel of fancy that flight.

Yes, Thanh my dear! Thus is my impression;
My affection is too little to answer the question.
You are so far, far-away, at a distance blear!
To link a love, down to the South you do not near!

I live here with my aged beloved mother;
Twice daily marketing, time passes as a souther;
Walking in the desert, hermitage to gloom;
Poems have been written, dreams not to bloom!

I do not remember how many letters to amaze
I have received and read since the old days,
The paper conveyed their heart-to-heart theme
But I have never known of anything to dream.

The figures past and past at all inconclusive;
My heart is still in a pristine season, elusive!
So many river wharfs I did not moor anywhere,
Neither await, nor tarry for, much less dare…

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