Fragments of winter


Winter fog covered Elk Grove
An old man tried to find through the grey sky
A distance drifting land where he was born
He never can come back

I read in a news paper
There is still fire overthere

Is life always yesterday
And sence is an illusion
Angel’s wings have turned into dust?

I read in a sacared book
At the end of time
They’ll put down their weapons

Deeply sorry
Sorry to all
for what I have done

There is a note in his file
Sir, when you enter your kingdom
Please remember me.

DO NGOC TRANG

(Elk Grove, CA, 09-03-2010)

Thầy ơi, từ bài thơ thầy, em xin "chế biến" thế này nhé:

Hope of spring

Spring sunshine shined Elk Grove
An old man tried to find through the blue sky
Though a distance drifting land where he has born
He still can come back finally
It's brighter after a rain
At least in my hope

PHẠM HỒNG PHƯỚC

(TP.HCM, 10-03-2010)