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I am the
daughter of
Hard-working rice groves
From the spiritual earth
Forest of Asia
I am from steamy plains of egg rolls
I've known raging phoenixes
Shy and sad water dragons
And lake spirits of rivers
Of all time.
My people are the bird people,
Hard-working and sincere
Yet, they are full of earth
Enchanted stubbornness
Raging red anger, and blue
Sadness for they cannot
See their feelings within
I am the daughter of
The writings on forgotten
Broken-down walls
With true praises
Of the ages.
I am part of the lonely
Brick village and the calm
White grass.
I was grown in the cracked
Woven leaves and the jade moss
The green powder tambourine
Bring sadness every year
In my hands.
The old brown
Rotted wine
Sing in the sacred forest
I wear a brown
And white kimono
In the calm of day
I am part of the old white letter
Bringing its words
Around the world. |