Ha Trang Poem by Natasa To

Hạ Trắng

White summer falls like petals from the sky,
Soft as a memory that will not say goodbye.
The afternoon drifts slowly through the trees,
Carrying old songs upon the breeze.

A quiet road remembers where we stood,
Two shadows fading where the sunlight could.
Your laughter lingers, gentle, far away,
Like golden rain at the edge of day.

If summer ever brings your footsteps near,
I'll listen for your voice among the years.
And though the seasons change and rivers run,
Some loves remain beneath the fading sun.

So let the white clouds wander overhead,
Let yesterday return, though it has fled.
For in the hush between the night and dawn,
I hear your name—and know you're not quite gone.