That night I wake up white night writing articles 'I burned my love poetry' as just turned back to the black hair time, like hitting the ash of ashes, not cooling, but smoldering, fiery about memories old; As well as recently remembering his husband to the other side; You go and leave me with a white hand, not a career. One time I really heard a female writer telling stories in a real trip in Thai Nguyen; The writer said: "My whole life is only one of the things, I thought my musician to give me a poetry, who doubts when he asks for a small and asked him?" Then he shook his head again: "No, not,", "I like a breathless person, is it bored?" I read in her frustrating eyes, aspiring to confess in poetry. What is the magical poetry? It distilled the alcohol with letters, writing to the heart when sobbing, and the sadness of the heart, it was when people were young. When the body is full of energy to love. A thought flashed when I sat in the yacht on the river, I was new to my life, my childhood remember, I gave a lot of love poetry, a poet, a musician gave a position of 25 songs, when I am 25 years old; 5 years ago, when I was 20 years old, I was donated by a writer, don't remember how many poems
... I used to keep careful every love poem
But before she got married, I woke white to reread the poems of guys giving it once and decided to burn it. Burning away, to live in two people, avoid misunderstandings, argues, avoiding promotions, knowing where, misunderstanding doing that marriage? My husband, a writer who was both deep, both thought, I didn't want him to be sad. Burning the love poetry of your lover but in my heart is still sorry. Yes, I bring to you as a painter Dang Thu Huong, then you said: "Why don't you bring it to me, I keep it!" - "Yes, then don't think of". Only, I also belong to the guy who wrote themselves, because I see good: "Small lane waits for me to wait / thunder to tear off the night / brother and you in the lightfinder / in the flash, you and me Sustainability / Four feet on the globe side. " And the writer, writes: "I am a diving ball of the seabed / brother and seeking and hugging like a breath," you are a painter to listen to just smile ... That night I wake White Night writing articles "I burned my love poetry" like just turning back to black hair, like hitting the ashes, not cooling, but smoldering and fiery about old and old memories; As well as recently remembering his husband to the other side; You go and leave me with a white hand, no career. In 2000, there was a lot of people suffering from anyone; From the hospital to go to the health papers to go to work
Everyone has the right to uplice, everything, even the nurse in the big hospital also has the right to quit when he is no longer young: "Do you know? Do not know the word pointing at the hospital paper. " When ranking solid dragon in Viet Duc hospital waiting for intravenous surgery, queuing everything, can be remitted with hospitalization. Then go to writing free newspapers, do not want to let someone want to pedal to reach the ground, and go to the lease, I have to sign the green park, do it yellow, because it is enough for the sour reasons of the woman together; Looking back was just because of the name, because the bowl of rice was miserable. If you want to be quiet, then I have to take the word to do things to make a baby. When I was a single mother, I would like to understand, they desperately needed courage, and I wanted to pack the courage in the verse "I don't like me for me. And also wanted to later many women like me, always calmly face the evil "stomped" onto. After 5 years, I chose to print the poem "I burned love poetry", the young people at the XB house for women told: "I'm jealous of her too, my life doesn't have a given guy for a verse, so there's What is love poetry? " Another friend: "I'm a car with u, how can I leak like, can burn the love or driven verses?", And, "I am also a lovely husband. I decided not to read, I was going to go to the Red River, then the two of them were riding a motorbike, I got off the car to throw the love poetry written on a4 paper, swinging down the Red River resolutely not reading, so but "he" thought the river jumped suicide, he grabbed me u; I thought "how to do it, don't read poetry, who is foolish to dance the river." I didn't expect it to give birth to two more cuckets, so three tigers of love poetry. Is it suffering? . "You're longer. I don't have half the love poetry. My husband also said: "A little bit of love? You are only looking at me, my poetry is tired. " Well tired, I don't like to read poetry but the editor of poetry, have poetry or also support me invisible. " , Write a criticism of my poetry, a writer with class, said: "There is something that burns love poetry, nothing to say." Listen to the pink dialogue, I'm calm: burning love poetry . Dịch vụ:
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