I have walked a long way
And nothing I felt bemoaning.
I strolled and saw the sights sideways
But never stopped and kept going.
Some flashbacks peeped some stay in sleep
I remember nothing but the air
That swayed my mind, and traveled with me,
And kept me as orchid as a type rare!
I stand before the mirror, and see the Empress
Who reigned the kingdom of king.
I fly, I roam along the clouds,
When my passed days ring.
Having air that travels with you shows that you are fortune's child. To fly through cloud formations of past days and to remember the air are fine feats! No wonder you feel like an empress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sure the ringing of the past days will mke us merrymaking.