Outdated words
Author: Nguyen Xuan Kần
It was already early in the morning
late autumn
The flowers were still blooming in the courtyard
The dog was asleep
The nose sniffs the jasmine of the night and the grass of childhood
I watched the leaves fall
You can't see its color
It just drops lightly
It's like getting old
A person bears the burden of years on his body
It's getting old
It drops
It takes off its green robe
Just a gentle blink in the eye
The light was too harsh
So much so that when I opened my eyes
Look at your familiar face
Speaking outdated words
About the Author
Nguyen Xuan Kần, loves freedom, creation, adventure
Image: Network
(The album is continuously updated, authors are welcome)