FULL OF REGRETS

We seldom texts exchange Fewer calls still do we make The first flowers of the season are now advanced with age Yet from our steep, steep sorrow I do not awake My temple is wrinkled, my hair thin from pressing cares Thoughts of you mostly veils me with despair When I’d thought together we’d always… More FULL OF REGRETS

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RADICALS

It’s no wonder Flies and mites should shiver in the winds Around the capital a furious storm is on the rise. Let each gun find place in our heroes hands The 53 year old loathed reign revolutionaries to bring to a close. The western lake is bright in the moonlight The central mountain’s equal to… More RADICALS

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REVOLUTION TIME

Red liquid add color to petals After a vicious battle grave groans split the air. Our enemy’s headquarter is in the capital Orders out, we march on in pairs. The campaign has raged on for twelve months without cease Our banners flying high we bring down high walls. The tyrant’s hold is on decline, a… More REVOLUTION TIME

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FEARS

Amidst drizzling showers I’m alone Locks are wet and my feet dirty. This morning the sun shone But between crooked trees and wide valleys the air was empty. I sighed to think of home I often fear I’ll die poor and miserable.

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MY HEART IS EMPTY

I watch the last blossom fall before my eyes leaves shed A whole month has swiftly passed unnoticed. The cold house sits amidst weeds and unkempt grass Past the dilapidated gate, the narrow path is ridden with moss. Bare boughs hang down from thick stems as if in distress From the ground odd fragrances rise… More MY HEART IS EMPTY

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RED BANNERS

Along the streets our red banners leap; To the gate a thousand strong march on. ‘The ‘’MPigs’’ are at it again,’ radicals chant or peasants weep. The worthless are fond of robbing our nation; State officers are used to plunder and gruesome betrayal. Those voted in are greedy and disloyal Petty bourgeois delight in sowing… More RED BANNERS

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TO NIJO

The lamp cast dull shadows on my wall Embers die down as the charcoal stove grow cold Minutes after I pick the call I learn of my companion’s tragic departure, oh! Barely two and a half decades old. I recall fondly what merry made we in years bygone On my bed, oh! Tonight I drink… More TO NIJO

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