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In a Confucian Sort of Way


On a typically dark Hanoi day
Wet with dreary drizzle spray
I saw ancestors have a say
In a Confucian sort of way
About when shoulders drooping
Weighed by lonely head brooding
Should by love lightly touching
Suddenly spirits send soaring
To heights of new understanding
And effulgent light now playing
On the lake side trees gently swaying
Lifts the rain and the dark away
From this dreary Hanoi day
As I smile now to pray
In a Confucian sort of way.

 

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