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Spring Eyes

NGUYEN HUY February 7, 2025 07:00

Hear the fluttering in the girl's heart. The soul is drunk with innocent dreams. The drop of water and the innocent young bud. In the eyes of fresh spring.

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Hear the dry bark crack. New buds sprout green looking up to the sky.

The whispering wind holds my footsteps
Drizzle fell on last year's garden
Glittering water drops on the branch tip

The calendar at the end of the day is wistful
chilly
Spring is coming in a hurry
Listen in the dry cracked shell
Green buds look up to the sky

Hear the fluttering in the girl's heart
Soul drunk with pure dreams
The water drop and the naive bud
In the eyes of fresh spring.

NGUYEN HUY
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