At crimson dawn,
The glistening rays
Spread their shine,
Like the sky spreading its wings,
Onto the golden meadow
That unfolds itself
Allowing summer brides to scatter
Themselves,waiting
For their grooms
To land kisses
And fly away...
Strollers on the lonely road
Moaning in fatigue,
Though chit-chatting
Like bees humming
Their morning hymns,
Welcoming the joyous day.
Vietnam
