Silent breeze blows limbs Stirring red carnation leaves. A waterfall waits. Ivy curls around Draped across the rolling hills. Soft branches brush stone. In the distant heat The night lily opens slow. Alabaster blush.
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Sitting Upon Straw Mats
River frog at night Hiding from the burning sun. Lotus blooms from mud.
Rivers Arms
Harmony is sought In the arms of many loves The river flows deep
Rivers of Color
Rivers of color Melting into the soil Summer in winter
To thine own self…true
“Above all else, to thine own self be true.” A line from Hamlet, a father speaks to a son as knowledge is passed through the cycle of life. On one hand, we can see the idea of being true to…
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Nian Xióng Hall 