reborn
Little grass destroyed in wild fire
it will never give up
the right to be reborn
tender leaves grows from the side of a sea cliff
looking for the embrace of spring wind
willow trees dancing
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this is poem was written on the 20th of May 1997.
No matter what happens, never give up. Within every disaster, there is a new hope.
This poem was published on
ShowEMall!SM Writers' Block
Page five
Copyright � 1997 by Harry Wang, All rights reserved
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