Gửi bởi Kim Diệu Hương ngày 02/11/2009 09:05
Why are you so white
with the pure color – the top rank of the beauty and the fragrance?
I’m just a butterfly that is far from its home,
I meet you the flower
then I forget the way home!
What are you talking in January, in February?
“The bauhinia flowers!”, the frost’s whisper to my listening.
Thach An, Cao Bang, 1989