The Lotus Poem by Nguyen Trai

The Lotus



Mud fails to touch and soil its perfect hue.

A gentleman lives up to its proud name.

Wind wafts its scent on quiet moonlit nights.

Its wealth is purity, unmatched by all

Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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