Unwritten
Sonnets
When
time shall pass, then at last
My sonnets I shall write.
When I am aged, on gilded page
With memories burning bright,
I shall pen of thoughts within
Before my thoughts take flight.
On quiet days, with golden phrase,
I'll write for love's sweet sake.
Like fresh dew found upon the ground
New songs my words will make.
Though I grow old with thoughts untold
Love still is much awake.
Love does not die as time goes by
But sweetly lingers on
I'll sing my song with passions strong
I'll tell of the love I've known
For none can tell of love so well
As she who loved but one.
O^ng ddo^`
Mo^~i na(m hoa dda`o no+?
La.i tha^'y o^ng ddo^` gia`
Ba`y mu+.c ta`u gia^'y ddo?
Be^n pho^' ddo^ng ngu+o+`i qua
Bao nhie^u ngu+o+`i thue^ vie^'t
Ta^'m ta('c ngo.i khen ta`i
Hoa tay tha?o nhu+~ng ne't
Nhu+ phu+o+.ng mu'a ro^`ng bay.
Nhu+ng mo^~i na(m mo^~i va('ng.
Ngu+o`i thue^ vie^'t nay dda^u?
Gia^'y ddo? buo^`n kho^ng tha^'m
Mu+.c ddo.ng trong nghie^n sa^`u.
Oa^ng ddo^` va^~n ngo^`i dda^'y
Qua ddu+o+`ng kho^ng ai hay
La' va`ng ro+i tre^n gia^'y
Ngoa`i ddu+o+`ng mu+a bu.i bay
Na(m nay dda`o la.i no+?
Kho^ng tha^'y o^ng ddo^` xu+a
Nhu+~ng ngu+o+`i muo^n na(m cu~
Ho^`n o+? dda^u ba^y gio+`
Tinh Hoa
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