In Rainy SeptemberRobert BlyIn rainy September, when leaves grow down to the dark,I put my forehead down to the damp, seaweed-smelling sand.The time h...
Love is like magicand it always will be,For love still remainslife's sweet mystery.Love works in waysthat are wondrous and strangeAnd there's nothin...
Growing up in the U.S., as a first generation Chinese-American, was not an easy experience. However, I feel that my unique experiences have given me i...