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Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | On a hill (71)

It was a summer day,
I then no longer feel so gay.
I fell from atop of that tree,
And even the flees laughed in glee!

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

 

On a hill
I sat very still,
Back against the tree
I saw far as I could see.

Unhappy,
I climbed this very tree
At the top it was windy,
Not shady at all.

It was a summer day,
I then no longer feel so gay.
I fell from atop of that tree,
And even the flees laughed in glee!

ttt

15 September 2014 

 

 

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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