thế giới Thơ

 của Thiên Thanh.

Shall I pass like a dust  devil,

Whirling  strings of angry but weak,

and unwanted guest ?

Will you sit on your porch

With a cup of black coffee

and curse the bleeding dust

Of  by- gone day ?

Don’t  you worry,

 We  knew  this could never last  long.

  So take my dirt-stained hands

and dance with me, under a brazen sky

to the  hymn

 Of a dream that never ends.

Nguyễn Thiên Thanh 

Nguyễn Thiên Thanh