Bowl of Rice

For the first moment

Reflection 

Make moods clear

And concise

Wishing over this bowl 

Of rice

Of how dreams come to be

How dreams slip

From thoughts

To reality

How can I live my dream

But also make a world 

For my wife and me

This is what we search

We grow

We wrote 

And grow old

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