Mountain Music โ POEM ๐๐ Nguyแป n Thแป Thรนy Linh
Mountain Music
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Finding the way into the mountain,
Wandering like a little dove,
Forgetting the grey-brown wings.
Flower petals falling on the cool rock,
Willing to shed everything to lie down.
Watching the sky sprinkle on the mountainโs body,
Soft clouds as stalactite smoke.
The flower sleeping for a long time on the rockโs chest,
Gently moving in a dream,
Wearing a different colored dress,
Covering the cracked rock.
Old stories still leave fragrance in my hair,
Whispering of fingers,
Writing on the rock face,
Washing away the rock heart,
Falling leaves stirring,
Hugging myself full of love.
The sound of guzheng vibrates gently in the wind
The lover couple like as thin silk entwinedโฆ
โฆ.
(Self-Translation fromย VIETNAMESE)
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Mountain Music
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Finding the way into the mountain,
Wandering like a little dove,
Forgetting the grey-brown wings.
Flower petals falling on the cool rock,
Willing to shed everything to lie down.
Watching the sky sprinkle on the mountainโs body,
Soft clouds as stalactite smoke.
The flower sleeping for a long time on the rockโs chest,
Gently moving in a dream,
Wearing a different colored dress,
Covering the cracked rock.
Old stories still leave fragrance in my hair,
Whispering of fingers,
Writing on the rock face,
Washing away the rock heart,
Falling leaves stirring,
Hugging myself full of love.
The sound of guzheng vibrates gently in the wind
The lover couple like as thin silk entwinedโฆ
โฆ.
(Self-Translation fromย VIETNAMESE)
v ย
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