Who Remembers? Remember Whom?

Who Remembers? Remember whom?
Summer is when red phoenix flowers in bloom,
I often think of my thirteen-year-old crush.
She was always acting indifferently,
But once I caught her sneaking a glance at me.
That’s how I knew she was pretending,
But because of my shyness, I kept it to myself.
Now I can only write poetry,
To reminiscence the phoenix flowers of innocent love.

Jim Huỳnh

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