Poems : - Thùy Dương
Wed - 01/28/2009 00:28
To My Mom!
Do since the new country to me,
Star back to the land to the Thap Muoi,
Dong Thap is still to buy the long-headed,
And thousands of cotton - sweetscented direction on very night
And the lotus branches - reaching up from the black mud, burning sun
Village of every color,
As rice is the daughter for fresh ...
You from the new to do with my country,
Why the love that you have blue, yellow cotton crazy examples,
Love me for Health Dong Thap
For on the day ended not forget ...
I was born from his poor areas,
Weather every two rainy and dry seasons of the year
Flood season of the field
Green is the endless blue heaven, blue water ...
My hometown is not the coconut trees, torch
Only nenuphar reaching up to hang land, raising people!
From the rice fields a new direction,
From the time you have to my country,
Please stop and see as their homeland,
Living with difficulty but the enthusiasm of blood
We will start the big spiol trust
Yan + Nguyễn Thị Thùy Dương
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Miss My Country
Ringlet from home!
Youth go through, save the country at the
Thousand afternoon wandering, still a heaven aspiration
Afternoon April exacerbates still
And the park out, as the evening.
Each dancer with gusty cold heart.
Pig a shrub the tree not to change the season.
Wing lonely you find the sky is sound,
Briefly flinch.
Between the still wild,
The walk to, lethargy
His is still not busy no problem king
Suddenly heard a voice extremely familiar
As our expectations from day ended homeland.
We look find struck dumb wild salary,
A daughter of that very small baby
Still faces tapering, smile survey
Positive and look far endlessly, about Vietnam.
Already we hear a kidney trade
Very familiar voice to the land art
We still live life as the capital
It is not a child.
We have a period not name the steps
Carry memories of a small baby
We have a deal to whisper
Our hope Search.
Having such a time, in Vietnam.
I am still in between the countryside, with wild carry out empty.
Nguyễn Thị Thùy Dương
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