Hanh Chau Poems

O, money, money, money
but only a tangible thing
That brings your wish come true
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No matter where faith has taken me to….
I…. still stand strong
I must confess when life knocks me down with absolute
I…. still stand strong
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Oh, the yellow rose, my favorite rose of all flowers
She is beautiful, lovely and vibrant with her yellow color
She stands tall, exquisite, and graceful with her
elegant display pose
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When is asked what is your name?
I replied it is refugee
And oh why is that? The reason is I am a man that has lost his homeland to war
To escape away from a thousand miles
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The lovely radiant poppy flowers to be
exude in their own brilliant essence to see
display with their grace splendor beauty
embrace others with their humbleness joy
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O, a warrior, O, a warrior, O, a warrior
Fighting with bravery and strenuous will
despite with a deeply wound bleed and tissue scars
Facing with a surpass of risk task
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A cup of homemade iced tea made
by our own mother

That was always appreciated
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What If I could be a rain
to refresh you with a
small drop of hope
to wash away the sadness of say
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Like a delicate flower I endured through
Many battles of stormy weather
Day and night
rain and shine
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There sit my sweet child as
he was born yesterday.
The bonding between a mother
and her child
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