A passage of lone year
We have capered supple and sturdy proportions
Loads of leaves and pages in a chapter
We become one as harmonious chorus
Combats and amity
All are parts of this nuptial flick
Man I am to you
Woman I am to you
We are the founders of our next generation
We will plunk buns in the oven
Father I am to them
Mother I am to them
The wheels have not stopped from reeling
Our roads have similar directions
We have clouds, we have sunshine
Our fire has burn us for eternal glints
A period of doting
Our eon of paper clocks
(written on January 9,2009 Hanoi City Vietnam)
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