Andre Li

Cannon Writer

There is a day I disappear

March, the blossom of crocus flower

I never get to view that beauty

For the thousand miles required for safety

There is a day I wonder

August, great lakes have no more thunder

Yet reunion is an unlikely dream

We are alone to go through the thinnest beam

There is a day I despair

January, a snowstorm to put people under

On a no-man planet, I wander in a car

Sky after the storm, with one lonely star

There is a day I cheer

May, when snow melts into spring river

Together, we roll up our sleeves

Heading forward with that marching queue

There is a day I reappear

September, finally with no invisible fear

Yesterday was a hundred-year drought

But today we can all hug and shout out

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