Splendid the peach blossom,
Scattered at the West.
Swaying with the brittle breeze,
Hear the peacocks dance.
For the east to be East he strew
Plump roses on her fresh, young bosom.
Embracing the cold walls, lining
Star-like snow drops across
Red Wood arcs, gilded bridges
Stretched at a distance under sun-kissed waters.
For the Royal Courts to be barren, his pavilions lived-
High up hand in hand besides the azure world.
Full of life
complete beauty
such pride
Like a never dying spring of silk,
The crown prince's clothing
Known among the three realms,
The seven seas, and the ones above
Was worn in glee and much more love.
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I, Of Carnage
PoezjaI, of carnage, great battles won... Yet human I think not, Immortality I wish not upon Saw you bloom...
