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Remember the color of red basalt soil

Coffee plantations and green tea hills… appear on the legendary red basalt soil. On sunny days, red dust is kicked up along the roadside by each passing vehicle, and the red dust is blown up high with strong winds.

Báo Sài Gòn Giải phóngBáo Sài Gòn Giải phóng28/09/2025

Remember the color of red basalt soil

After the sun comes rain, the wet, muddy rainy season carries streams of water carrying alluvium to streams, rivers, and plains, enriching the green fields. Who has ever lived or passed through this red basalt land without leaving some in their mind? SGGP newspaper introduces two poems about this land by Le Quy Nghi and PN Thuong Doan.

THN

Return in the falling leaves

Old leaf season

where are you

wind

The basalt road has been trampled for years.

I'm going to skate by you

tilted island night

Legs now

distant handrail

Green again

have more gold leaf

Where are you that I miss you so much that I leave the branches bare?

Self-igniting

just me and the leaves

Burning poetry

listen to the old season reborn

LE QUY NGHI

Wallflowers and the Morning

Morning passing the gray brick house

The roses are blooming brightly and waiting

gentle, seductive scent mixed with immense nostalgia

The wind asked the clouds, why is it raining this morning?

Strange clouds before the color of flowers I remember

The old garden

old slope

new cup of tea

The basalt-colored wooden shop welcomes guests with a mournful sound.

wet lyrics in the flying rain

the old person is gone

the sound of the guitar falls sadly

Morning wandering out on the street

The high and low slopes of the lake shore curve like a circle of fate.

Wallflowers smiling welcome autumn

fragile red leaves remind each other of our promise

We do not go to sea but the sea is dark

The levels of regret and fading love,

silver in the cold wind blowing around the slope

morning without sun, feel sorry for two extra hands

cold numb fingers

Hesitantly walking past the gray brick house with only the sky left

mossy yard

blurred doll smile

some dreams fall…

PN THUONG DOAN

Source: https://www.sggp.org.vn/nho-mau-dat-do-ba-zan-post815146.html


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