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Grace's Poem

  • Writer: Yiying Wang Grace
    Yiying Wang Grace
  • Mar 16
  • 1 min read

By: Yiying Wang Grace Student ID: 2407791

 

Gracing the hills of gold and silver, yet the heights are lonely and cold.

Through hardship, the journey leads to a family’s reunion, even if it is in the dimness of the slums.

Wealth accumulates in towers high, untouched by the crying street.

Gold piles high where few reside, while many scrape the ground.

Yet wealth is more than what is owned—it’s where true joys are found.


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