THE OLD WHARF
saying goodbye to the passing years, i return to the old wharf
in search for my childhood, spakling like the afternoon moon
the river in memory is there but not the familiar boat
sadness spreading the water and the cloud in the lonely breeze
i get lost in between two shores of reality and dream
asking the sunset why you have not come back at all
open a page of my notebook, i'm looking for the word longing
kapok flowers burn my heart, blazing across the village sky
here is the old wharf, where has the boatman gone
when i return, you have left for so long ago
the moon does not weep, but it is swollen with tears
is it raining from a far distance or from within my soul
here are the waves carrying me through my school years i was too ignorant and losing it all those years till now losing your white school uniform and your bright smile for the schoolyard is left alone in the cold breeze
(Nhà thơ Võ Thị Như Mai dịch)
.jfif "Võ Thị Như Mai chuyển ngữ")
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