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Pauper's Dreams

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WordOfChen

Published: Apr 29, 2012

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Pauper's Dreams:

The dry autumn leaves
Are like the dreams of the poor
Crunching beneath feet...

-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th April 2012

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MaryBalderrama

Jun 12, 2014

Wonderful and moving poem.

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