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Hạ Anh Jun 16
Vietnamese
Hồn tôi bỗng mất đi
Chẳng ai hay, chẳng ai tìm
Nỗi cầu **** tha thiết
Mà chẳng ai gọi hồn tôi

Tôi là một kẻ điên
Thân xác tan như khói mờ
Màn đêm rực lửa hư vô
Tôi nằm cạnh trăng đỏ máu
Cầu **** – chỉ cầu ****
Hồn tôi về lại ánh trăng...


*English
Blood moon night
My soul slipped away
No one knew, no one looked
A desperate calling
But no one summoned me back.

I am a mad soul
My body fades like mist
The night burns in hollow flames
I lie beside the blood-red moon
Wishing – just wishing
My soul would return to the light of the moon…
Một đêm trăng. Một linh hồn không còn hình. Một nỗi đau không ai gọi tên.
Hạ Anh Jun 20
I loved you the way I love the moonlight
Romantic, yet quietly alone.
I loved you the way I love the morning sun
Warm, yet deeply lonesome.
I loved you the way I love the ocean waves
So peaceful, yet unfathomably deep.
I loved you the way I love poetry
So dreamy… yet full of deceit.



I loved you—loved you so deeply,
But you left me for a rose in bloom.
Now I stand alone beneath a crescent moon,
Dancing with the wind, befriending verses.
I loved you that much—that much, you know…
And still I plead—just once, let me be loved.
Love is like that...
Leaves are drifting far away,
Through the breeze, I send each petal today.
A bloom not yet withered or torn,
A branch still lush, fresh and adorned.

Oh wind, just keep on your flight,
To carry my kisses in soft twilight,
The scent of petals on you shall glide,
With tears I send that I cannot hide.

The jasmine flower with fragrant grace,
The sweet breeze keeps its endless pace.
Oh wind! Have you delivered yet
The longing I hoped you'd not forget?

Wind, oh wind! Why no reply?
Dreams and tears still linger, why?
Why are you so cold, so still?
Just send this to them — is that too much to will?

The petals have wilted in your trail,
Their scent now mixed with earthly veil.
I know, dear wind, you did your part…
But the one I love never opened their heart.
I wrote this poem to send to someone...
Spring passed by, Winter returns
A warm moment lingers with a hint of loneliness
White snowflakes fall in silence
I lose my steps in the bitter cold sky

Oh Winter, why haven’t you ended?
I’ve died – even my verses are dead
The cold covers my soul completely
Freezing even the silent loneliness

Old memories are buried
Beneath thirst and loneliness
The harmony of frost and snow
Rises… with no sunlight in reply
Death of poems

— The End —