Light Steps
One stepped lightly in an evening,
Yellow flowers, purple flowers
Flowed along the green grass rug.
The sun had not yet set, the moon was already high.
Laughter resounded hills and mountains,
Somewhere, one could hear the determined mind wakening.
Yellow flowers, purple flowers
Flowed along the green grass rug.
The sun had not yet set, the moon was already high.
Laughter resounded hills and mountains,
Somewhere, one could hear the determined mind wakening.
- Thay Giac Thanh
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