Old Poem: The King Who Has Died Over Thousands Years You are the king who has died over thousands years You died in Chunqiu period when the beacon was burning You died in the ancient road of dark shadows Like me, died by the arrow of rebellion Died in the heartbreaking retrospect The peonies in the imperial capital are scattered all over the pond Your beauty fell on the chair, like The thin moon, the shadow of flowers Falling down in unison, like me Thousands of emotional loss In the ridge, the yellow sand is flying in the sky Drowning the greatness of your life In the wind, the clouds float in the sky Burning out the sadness of the remaining history King, you have died thousands years Tonight the wind sleeps and the moon produces smoke The peonies are flowing again in the wild The ghosts are dancing in the trees King, have you returned too? Like me, resurrected in the light ...
Creating a new blog, almost about my poem works, and some art works. By VV-LL
ReplyDeleteCreating a new blog, almost about my poem works, and some art works.
ReplyDeleteBy Vicha Viye / Weixia Weiye LL ( VV LL )