Life - Poem by Vinh Hoang
A beautiful butterfly with wings of gold prances jokingly,
rippling determinedly in pleasure.
The silvery winter whispers breathlessly,
in shades of white and blue.
The shaded plates of Earth turn brown in black mud,
and pieces of life dance in the night.
Rising river canyon water with thunder sound,
filled with heaven's mirth.
The Winters' Moons show night white tints,
and life continues to grow beneath hardened ground,
no matter how hard life works.
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