Hime Hiroda Poems
|1.||My True Inspiration||1/28/2007|
|2.||Smile, Dear Mother||1/28/2007|
|5.||In Praise Of The Wise||1/28/2007|
|18.||Boku No Ai||4/29/2007|
|19.||Ang Dakilang Adhika||6/16/2007|
|20.||Just Around The River Bend||8/3/2007|
|22.||Aoi No Requiem||4/26/2007|
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Aoi No Requiem
Once serene this cerulean face untroubled
The golden orb with warm kisses it smothered
The playful zephyrs to it daily sends
Scents of plum, of roses and of the dame of night
To which the peaceful blue resigns in delight.
The water from below this peaceful blue
Swims fast and hard, frothy and true;
For every rock, it dodges, for every twist, it bends
Unlike this watchful and reluctant azure
That seems content with its niche so sure.
Sweet swift wind, the blue it gives a warm embrace
The soft fertile ground keeps the blue in a safe place,
Smile, Dear Mother
Where is it, the glorious morning star?
That with its resplendent rays warms me from afar
Where can it be, now that the cold bites my face?
Now that the dreary cotton fluffs cloud the sky up high;
Methinks, Apollo’s orb utters naught but a heavy sigh.
Where is it, that playful little zephyr?
That whispers delightful melodies to my ear
Where can it be, where goes its lovely grace?