Poetry
57
Somewhere in the world,
The sun now shines bright.
Somewhere in the world,
Souls are joyful and light.
But the kingdom bound by sea,
Is no happy sight.
For the funeral for the princess,
Is being held tonight.
-ERIC X.
Pin Yin
Chūntiān
Xùrì dōngshēng fēng sòng nuǎn,
Xuě róng bīng qù de huányuán.
Liǔ wǔ niǎo míng huā tǔ ruǐ,
Chūntiān shìjiè zhēng mèi yǎn.
Spring
The radiant sun rises as a warm breeze sweeps away the chilly morning air.
The snow and ice have now melted away, revealing the tips of grass blades once buried underneath the white blanket.
The leaves of the willow tree dance in the wind while the birds sing melodies of joy and the flowers reveal buds once hidden away from the grasps of the biting, winter air.
Spring time is in its utmost beauty and magnificence.
-ERIC X.
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