Huynh Thi Quynh Nga
Month Jan, please go slowly
I picked the afternoon hand in hand
the flower of time is ripe
Each wing broke off the scent
I broke in the middle of the afternoon moon
singing poems. Lost verses
About the blue river that is shivering with clouds
magic world
link bracelets
touch. It sounds so warm
january
please go slow
My chest bursts with rose gardens
oh good. The love real
that the wind touches my lips very lightly
moon this afternoon. The new moon is so soft
At the age of twenty, I lighted flowers and grass, I came back
throbbing happy hands
just picked up a strange cloud
Green my heart.
The grass is so green, and my dear. My purple lady…
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