A floating dream just waiting to be,
a seedling of a beautiful flower carried by the wind,
what else is more lovely than the daisy next to me?
As I raise my hopes and dreams to the sky,
grass becomes greener, and butterflies float near flowerbeds,
and a robin crosses paths with a blue jay as they fly.
The sweet and sour of the melancholy lullaby shall sing
through the air, and hard as it is to resist,
I must resist, for alas, my love’s still in its spring.
Unwilling and unlikely, meet the moon and sun,
two lights that shine by night and day,
though never thought as to be one.
Oh! What then floats amid the summer sky?
Est-ce que la vie? or Est-ce que l’imagination?
And maybe pourquoi nous vivons cette vie?
And lo! I see the colours of the breeze,
that all it does is mock me day by day,
leaving me only to say: c’est la vie…c’est la vie!
by Kevin Wang
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