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 ...
Old Poem: "Sitting Upright And Becoming A Buddha" The raindrops falling along the eaves At the intersection of vegetation recovery Play a clear spring morning song On one page of an ancient book One sits upright and becomes a Buddha The sound of wind and rain outside It's all natural music Ten thousand white lotuses are out of the dark world of mud All are the face of a fairy Buddha's light comes from the south A rainbow bridge shines in the clear sky Swans and sparrows fly freely By Vicha Viye/Weixia Weiye LL Note: This poem was written about 4 years ago. The poem was inspired by pictures of Buddha in antique books, and the weather conditions at that time. In the poem, it is written "Buddha's light comes from the south", the "south" written here refers to South Asia (because of the distant history and culture, Buddha's li...
Creating a new blog, almost about my poem works, and some art works. By VV-LL
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