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15-09-DINH DAU - Ngày: GIAP NGO
CAPITAL OF LIGHTS
TOWER EIFFEL TILL HIGH
POETRIES MANY SIGHS
BAUDERLAIRE TILL LIFE
FRENCH FLIGHT IN THE SKY
MANY YEARS TILL COUNTS
KINH DO ANH SANG NGAY NAO
CONG CHAO CON DO THAP NAO SANH HON
EIFFEL MO MOT NGUON CON
BAO NAM LICH SU MUA TUON MOT THI
BAUDELAIRE VUNG MOT KHI
HUGO CON DO SONG GI DAI DUONG
GIO TUNG MUON HUONG NGAN PHUONG
CON THUYEN PHAP QUOC THANG DUONG CHIM BAY
AO NANG VANG ANH VE YEU HOA CUC
AO NANG XANH ANH MEN LA SAN TRUONG
SO THU TINH KHONG DU NGHIA YEU DUONG
ANH PHA MUC CHO VUA MAO AO TIM
Sophie's poem
Centre of Attention
She has four beautiful legs,
Which help her stand proud,
She looks over everyone,
With her heads in the clouds,
She is elegant and tall,
Wears a pretty, lacy skirt,
Whilst staring at her in awe,
Your eyes will not avert,
Her spine is amazingly straight,
Whilst her head touches the sky,
People look up and take pictures of her,
As they are passing on by,
You need to tilt your head up,
To be able to see all of her,
But when you do,
She is as pretty as a picture,
She is the centre of attention,
Noticed by everyone,
She is the Eiffel Tower,
She is second to none.
President Macron's poem
On a trip to Paris one day, little Sophie
Met a giant lady lighting up the night sky.
"What's your name, you magical monster?"
"My many visitors call me the Eiffel Tower."
"In all your attire, don't you sometime tire
Of being seen only as a humdrum tower?
You, a dragon, a fairy watching over Paris,
An Olympic torch held aloft in grey skies?"
"How you flatter me! So few poets these days
Ever sing the praises of my Parisian soul,
As did Cocteau, Aragon, Cendrars,
Trenet and Apollinaire…Since you're so good
At seeing beneath the surface, you could-
If you like, when you're back from France-
Take up your pen and write down
Why you like me-it would be nice and fun!"
"You can count on me! There's so much to say!
I'll write twenty lines…but who will read them?"
"Well, I know a man who'll read your verse."
"Really? Who?"
"The President of France.“
TUOI MUOI BA NTM
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