This morning my Sun got up
When prayers’ echo vanished
When crows’ quarrel ended
When curtain of mist smelt
When milkman went back his shelter
I open the window to see
A Sun – pale and so sleepy
Perhaps last night she ‘s exhausted
Shining the earth on the side – back
Oh my dear, I’m deeply fond of
The sunlight over my face
Daytime’s too short desire
And love will set me fire
Xuân Phong
Số lần đọc: 1971