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N\u1ee5 hoa m\u00f4i th\u01b0\u1edf \u0111\u00f3
\nD\u01b0\u1edbi tr\u0103ng v\u00e0ng n\u0103m nao
\nV\u1eabn c\u00f2n \u0111\u00e2y n\u1ed7i nh\u1edb
\nNh\u1ecbp tim c\u00f2n x\u00f4n xao
\nV\u1ed9i v\u00e0ng qua h\u01a1i th\u1edf
\nNh\u01b0ng h\u01b0\u01a1ng v\u1ecb ng\u1ecdt ng\u00e0o
\n<\/p>\n
Tr\u0103ng v\u00e0ng soi l\u1ed3ng l\u1ed9ng
\n\u0110\u00e3 m\u1ed9t th\u1eddi \u0111i qua
\nB\u1ed7ng ch\u1ed1c nh\u01b0 c\u01a1n m\u1ed9ng
\nGi\u1eadt m\u00ecnh xa th\u1eadt xa
\nKh\u00f4ng tr\u1eddi cao \u0111\u1ea5t r\u1ed9ng
\nM\u00e0 ch\u1eadp ch\u00f9ng s\u01b0\u01a1ng pha<\/p>\n
V\u00ec \u0111\u00e2u xa kh\u00f4ng bi\u1ebft
\nN\u01b0\u1edbc qua c\u1ea7u ai hay
\nD\u01b0\u1eddng nh\u01b0 kh\u00f4ng ai ti\u1ebfc
\nNh\u01b0ng b\u1ed3ng b\u1ec1nh m\u00e2y bay
\n\u0110\u00f4i khi ch\u00fat tha thi\u1ebft
\nNg\u1ecdt ng\u00e0o c\u00f2n quanh \u0111\u00e2y<\/p>\n
Ng\u01b0\u1eddi v\u00e0 tr\u0103ng c\u00f2n \u0111\u00f3
\nT\u00f4i v\u00e0 thu c\u00f2n \u0111\u00e2y
\nCu\u1ed9c t\u00ecnh \u0111\u00e3 v\u00e0ng v\u00f5
\n\u0110\u1eddi ng\u01b0\u1eddi nh\u01b0 l\u00e1 c\u00e2y
\nT\u00ecnh nh\u01b0 tr\u0103ng m\u1edd t\u1ecf
\nV\u1eabn hanh hao th\u00e1ng ng\u00e0y.<\/p>\n
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REMEMBERING AN OLD KISS<\/strong> That budding kiss from long ago, The golden moon once filled the sky, Why distance grew\u2014no one can say; The moon remains, the figure too; N\u1ee5 hoa m\u00f4i th\u01b0\u1edf \u0111\u00f3 D\u01b0\u1edbi tr\u0103ng v\u00e0ng n\u0103m nao V\u1eabn c\u00f2n \u0111\u00e2y n\u1ed7i nh\u1edb Nh\u1ecbp tim c\u00f2n x\u00f4n xao V\u1ed9i v\u00e0ng qua h\u01a1i th\u1edf Nh\u01b0ng h\u01b0\u01a1ng v\u1ecb ng\u1ecdt ng\u00e0o<\/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\/14936"}],"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=14936"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14936\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14943,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14936\/revisions\/14943"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14936"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14936"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thovanyenson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14936"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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\nBeneath a moon of amber glow,
\nStill lingers as a quiet ache\u2014
\nThe heart recalls its brief quick wake,
\nA hurried breath, too swift to stay,
\nYet sweet remains the aftertaste.<\/p>\n
\nA season now long passed us by.
\nIt comes like something half a dream,
\nA sudden jolt\u2014so far it seems;
\nNot space nor earth has pulled apart,
\nBut drifting mist between the heart.<\/p>\n
\nLike water crossed a bridge one day.
\nNo grief proclaimed, no tears confessed,
\nYet clouds still drift, unrested, pressed.
\nAt times a trace of tenderness
\nStill hovers near\u2014faint, motionless.<\/p>\n
\nI sit with autumn, passing through.
\nThat love has thinned, turned pale with time,
\nAs human lives, like leaves, decline.
\nLove, like the moon\u2014now dim, now clear\u2014
\nWears thin the days, the months, the year.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"