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Hoa T\u01b0\u01a1ng T\u01b0 N\u1edf Mu\u1ed9n<\/strong><\/p>\n Ng\u1ed3i b\u00f3 g\u1ed1i nh\u00ecn l\u00e1 v\u00e0ng r\u1ee5ng r\u1edbt Ph\u01b0\u01a1ng tr\u1eddi em bi\u1ec3n tr\u1eddi xanh l\u1ed3ng l\u1ed9ng Ng\u1ed3i b\u00f3 g\u1ed1i nh\u00ecn b\u00f3ng \u0111\u00eam ch\u1ee5p xu\u1ed1ng C\u00f3 nh\u1eefng l\u00fac nh\u00ecn tr\u0103ng t\u00e0 b\u00f3ng x\u1ebf T\u00f4i \u0111\u00e3 s\u1ed1ng v\u1edbi m\u1ed9t \u0111\u1eddi t\u01b0\u1edfng ti\u1ebfc V\u1eabn bi\u1ebft ng\u00e0y mai m\u1eb7t tr\u1eddi l\u1ea1i m\u1ecdc \u0110\u00e3 bao l\u1ea7n g\u1eb7m n\u1ed7i bu\u1ed3n th\u1ea5m th\u00eda Bi\u1ebft bao l\u1ea7n tim v\u1eadt v\u1edd b\u1ed1i r\u1ed1i B\u1edd m\u00f4i m\u1ecdng tr\u00ean \u0111\u01b0\u1eddng tr\u0103ng ng\u00e0y \u0111\u00f3 Cu\u1ed1i th\u00e1ng 9\/2018<\/em><\/p>\n Late Blooming of Lovesick Flowers<\/strong><\/p>\n Squatting on ground to watch yellow leaves falling It\u2019s her world where blue sea and vast sky Squatting on ground to watch the sun at twilight At some time I squatted to watch the waning moon Having lived a life full of memories and grief Through the night, the sun keeps shining anyway Very often, time had been gnawing away my sadness For numerous times, my heartfelt lazy to beat Her juicy lips she offered on the moonlit path that day <\/br> Hoa T\u01b0\u01a1ng T\u01b0 N\u1edf Mu\u1ed9n Ng\u1ed3i b\u00f3 g\u1ed1i nh\u00ecn l\u00e1 v\u00e0ng r\u1ee5ng r\u1edbt L\u00f2ng b\u00e2ng khu\u00e2ng, tim g\u00f5 nh\u1ecbp x\u00f4n xao N\u1ebfu l\u00e0 chim ch\u1eafc h\u1ea1nh ph\u00fac bi\u1ebft bao S\u1ebd xo\u1ea3i c\u00e1nh bay v\u1ec1 ph\u01b0\u01a1ng tr\u1eddi m\u1ed9ng<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9,1,17],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10953"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10953"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10953\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11018,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10953\/revisions\/11018"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10953"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10953"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10953"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nL\u00f2ng b\u00e2ng khu\u00e2ng, tim g\u00f5 nh\u1ecbp x\u00f4n xao
\nN\u1ebfu l\u00e0 chim ch\u1eafc h\u1ea1nh ph\u00fac bi\u1ebft bao
\nS\u1ebd xo\u1ea3i c\u00e1nh bay v\u1ec1 ph\u01b0\u01a1ng tr\u1eddi m\u1ed9ng <\/p>\n
\nC\u00f3 tr\u0103ng soi ch\u00eanh ch\u1ebfch ch\u1ed7 em ng\u1ed3i
\nC\u00f3 \u0111\u01b0\u1eddng tr\u0103ng m\u00ecnh t\u1eebng b\u01b0\u1edbc b\u00ean nhau
\nTr\u00ean bi\u1ec3n v\u1eafng \u1edf nh\u1eefng chi\u1ec1u thu mu\u1ed9n<\/p>\n
\nL\u00f2ng ph\u00e2n v\u00e2n nh\u01b0 ph\u00edm l\u1ee1 d\u00e2y ch\u00f9ng
\nCu\u1ed9c s\u1ed1ng m\u1ecfng manh t\u1ef1a \u0111o\u00e1 ph\u00f9 dung
\nS\u1edbm n\u1edf t\u1ed1i t\u00e0n; cu\u1ed9c \u0111\u1eddi d\u00e2u b\u1ec3<\/p>\n
\nTim x\u00f4n xao, tim g\u00f5 nh\u1ecbp b\u1ed3i h\u1ed3i
\nC\u00f2n \u0111\u01b0\u1ee3c bao l\u1ea7n tr\u1ecdn v\u1eb9n ni\u1ec1m vui
\nM\u00e0 canh c\u00e1nh \u0111\u00e2u \u0111\u00e2y m\u1ea7m ly bi\u1ec7t<\/p>\n
\nTh\u00ec em \u01a1i \u0111\u1eebng c\u1ed9ng n\u1eefa nha em
\nM\u1ed9ng v\u1edbi m\u01a1 cho th\u01b0\u01a1ng nh\u1edb d\u00e0i th\u00eam
\nC\u00e0ng xa c\u00e1ch t\u00ecnh t\u00f4i c\u00e0ng kh\u00f4 kh\u1ed1c<\/p>\n
\nTr\u00e1i \u0111\u1ea5t n\u1ea7y\u2026 d\u1eabu c\u00f3 ch\u1eadm, v\u1eabn quay
\nC\u1ed1 h\u00e1t ho\u00e0i b\u1ea3n t\u00ecnh nh\u1eb9 nh\u01b0 m\u00e2y
\nNghe d\u1ed9i l\u1ea1i h\u1ed3n m\u00ecnh ri\u00eang m\u1ed9t ph\u00eda<\/p>\n
\nL\u1ea1i ch\u1edd mong c\u00f3 m\u1ed9t ph\u00e9p nhi\u1ec7m m\u1ea7u
\nCho ch\u00fang m\u00ecnh c\u00f3 d\u1ecbp g\u1eb7p l\u1ea1i nhau
\nKhi th\u01b0\u01a1ng nh\u1edb tr\u1edf m\u00ecnh trong \u0111\u00eam t\u1ed1i<\/p>\n
\n\u01af\u1edbc \u0111\u01b0\u1ee3c qu\u00ean nh\u01b0ng \u0111\u00e2u d\u1ec5 g\u00ec qu\u00ean
\nC\u1ee9 nh\u1edb ho\u00e0i \u0111\u00eam tr\u0103ng s\u00e1ng long lanh
\nNh\u1eefng rung \u0111\u1ed9ng c\u1ee7a l\u1ea7n \u0111\u1ea7u g\u1eb7p g\u1ee1<\/p>\n
\nNh\u1eefng luy\u1ebfn l\u01b0u khi t\u1eeb bi\u1ec7t ra v\u1ec1
\nR\u1ed3i c\u00e1ch chia cho ng\u00e0y th\u00e1ng l\u00ea th\u00ea
\nC\u00e0ng mong ng\u00f3ng c\u00e0ng th\u1ea5y t\u00ecnh v\u00f4 v\u1ecdng <\/p>\n
\nI felt my heart beating and murmuring
\nIt would be much happy if I were a bird
\nBy then I would soar up to the world of dreaming<\/p>\n
\nWhere the moonlight shines on her seat and sigh
\nAnd on the trail along the distant sea and on our eyes
\nThe moment we once paced side-be-side<\/p>\n
\nI felt my heart tingled like the music was not downright
\nAs to think life is so unstable and ephemeral
\nThrough thick and thin of a miserable plight<\/p>\n
\nI felt my heart wildly pounding out of tune
\nAnd wondered if I would have more joy to come
\nFor fear that my life is full of sorrowful croon<\/p>\n
\nI begged her to kindly give me some relief
\nFor emotion or dream would augment more misery
\nThat made my heart parched like a dry leaf<\/p>\n
\nThen the earth keeps rotating to start a new day
\nTrying to repeat an old song honoring love stories
\nI could hear my soul\u2019s tell-tale in dismay<\/p>\n
\nI longed for a magic power that comes for my blessedness
\nThat allowed me to meet her once more and again
\nKnew she not I\u2019ve consulted my pillow in the darkness<\/p>\n
\nAnd my mind wished to forget all of the conceit
\nParticularly those images with her in the moonlight
\nAnd the moment I approached her to entreat<\/p>\n
\nImprinted on my mind when she was on her way
\nSince then we haven\u2019t seen each other for good
\nSo sadly, the more I expect the further her images stray<\/p>\n
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\nNh\u1edb Cu\u1ed9c T\u00ecnh Huy\u1ec1n Tho\u1ea1i – Token of The Epic of a Love Story<\/a><\/center><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"