Ngôn ngữ: Tiếng Anh
Thời kỳ: Hiện đại

Đăng bởi Phan Quốc Vũ vào 07/07/2023 10:23, đã sửa 1 lần, lần cuối bởi Phan Quốc Vũ vào 10/07/2023 09:27

Sonnet 09

By not novaturient, just an evil god
Only aggression and deceitful lies
So beautifully, and then so choked lode
What’s left, my goodness! It will be pies

God lent me my temporary nice body
Thanked to me, turned into a cute rose day
The flower withered one day suddenly
Mellifluous life will be far away

Who does one not die, but lives for pleasure?
Or dirty, bored and painful things with fate
Of my own sadness like the black picture
Long luminary, the withered love gate

So, be dreamy; then weakness or lust
No serendipity all turned to dust.

In Tien Giang province, 2023