Emotional on scenery

by Do Mai Hoa

Color shades of light – dark
You picked up the clouds and put them in
the paintings The sun a faraway blur
mountains and rivers Sunset or sunrise
the color of pale grass?

I’m living these days
without regret for having
waited
At the end of a busy day comes a dream of being a
princess You – thou not that young anymore to be a
prince
Doesn’t matter, wishes come true

Behind those drawing lines is your hand so
slender is the regret of youth
The prince of many girls when I am not even
born not even knowing to try on those glass
shoes…

Your paintings are all the sunrises
Where the elite of earth – sky unite
Where mounts, rivers and souls wandering on every line
drawn by the brush There’s a look
comes after the trace of
memory… moor me!