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THREADS
Into
this world we come,
Naked,
alone and out of the darkness.
Is
our life's path already mapped out for us?
Do
we have a choice or is it destiny?
Coincidence
seems to simple a word,
To
explain the interwoven paths of those we meet,
Along
the glistening golden and silver threads.
A
random, haphazard sequence of events,
Or
are they weaving a shimmering tapestry
Whose
beauty can only be see from afar?
While
we, caught in its midst
Can
only stare in confusion, wonderment
At
the intricate details before us.
Avoiding
the snags and tears
And
hoping that one day we can see,
Appreciate
the miraculous complexity
Of
the friends and lovers who have helped create
The
life we lead, our testimony.
Out
of this world we go,
Vulnerable,
alone, into the darkness.
Que^ Hu*o*ng
DDo^~ Trung Qua^n
Que^ hu*o*ng la` gi` ho*? me.
Ma` co^ gia'o da.y pha?i ye^u
Que^ hu*o*ng la` gi` ho*? me.
Ai ddi xa cu~ng nho*' nhie^`u
Que^ hu*o*ng la` chu`m khe^' ngo.t
Cho con tre`o ha'i mo^~i nga`y
Que^ hu*o*ng la` ddu*o*`ng ddi ho.c
Con ve^` ro*.p bu*o*'m va`ng bay
Que^ hu*o*ng la` con die^`u bie^'c
Tuo^?i tho* con tha? tre^n ddo^`ng
Que^ hu*o*ng la` con ddo` nho?
E^m dde^`m khua nu*o*'c ven so^ng
Que^ hu*o*ng la` ca^`u tre nho?
Me. ve^` no'n la' nghie^ng che
La` hu*o*ng hoa ddo^`ng co? no^.i
Bay trong gia^'c ngu? dde^m he` .
Que^ hu*o*ng la` vo`ng tay a^'m
Con na(`m ngu? giu*~a dde^m mu*a
Que^ hu*o*ng la` dde^m tra(ng to?
Hoa cau ru.ng tra('ng ngoa`i the^`m
Que^ hu*o*ng la` va`ng hoa bi'
La` ho^`ng ti'm gia^.u mo^`ng to*i
La` ddo? ddo^i bo*` da^m bu.t
Ma`u hoa sen tra('ng tinh kho^i
Que^ hu*o*ng mo^~i ngu*o*`i chi? mo^.t
Nhu* la` chi? mo^.t me. tho^i
Que^ hu*o*ng co' ai kho^ng nho*' ....
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