For poetry loversSpring Garden
Spring Garden
The orange petals are green. The spring is clear. The dew cannot find its song. The game of hide-and-seek is soft red...
Blue orange wings
ivy
The mist can not find its song
soft lipstick hide and seek game
in the soft light
brown sparrows
knock on the door of a familiar dream
caught in the afternoon smoke, eyes blurred
Who lit the lamp?
dimly lit dong rieng
many peaceful appointments
wait for the rain to speak