June I come back...

Tran Thanh Thoa

I came back in June, exam season.

Holding the gentle phoenix wings falling sideways

The wind plays with the green pages of the notebook.

Purple ink lines of the land of youth

 

It seems like chalk dust is drifting

If the corner of the eye is red, the love will be blurred

Find in white shirt school yard

Where did the old figure go?

 

I return in June folk song

Dreamy poems sent to the blue clouds

The sound of cicadas urging on the branches

The fallen purple flowers turn into the past

 

Once upon a time walking in the rain

Love words given in haste to remember

Eyes down as if trembling slightly

Sad rainbow in the pink sky

 

I return to the vast June

Listen to the lowlands calling my name...

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202506/thang-sau-toi-ve-98b0474/