Flowers bloom in the sun
Flowers are absent when it rains
Fragile from the past
Who calls flowers paper?

ILLUSTRATION: TUAN ANH

That morning poem
I wrote when I was a student
Fold the package time
Who knew it would rain in the afternoon...

How many dreams
Is it flowers or paper?
If you love, keep burning.
In the midst of this vast life

Lightness of a flower
White, pink, orange, purple, red...
Even though it flies away with the wind
Still not faded.