𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘪𝘭,𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.
𝘈𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺,
𝘐 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.
𝘉𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱,
𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴
𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥
𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐
𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.
𝘞𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘶
𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵-𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘴.
𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦.
𝘈𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘸
𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦,
𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘹𝘪'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳
𝘢𝘴
𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘳.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥
𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥.
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩
𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥
𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦…𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘕𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴,
𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦.
𝘚𝘰,𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥
𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵.
𝘐 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦
𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴.
𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴.
𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵.
to my best friend who flew first
i'll catch up.
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OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
Thơ caIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
