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rose_rosy [一朵玫瑰色的玫瑰]

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[highlight=#ffffff]As a Roseate for endless routh,

When unborn my son,

Lived in lofly belly of a flowering tree of dreaming.

And fire phoenix fly, like one single moonlight_azure,

In phoenix's body breed,

In rosy rose had

Vomit and lent to the nigths, hills,

Rivers, grasss, groves,

And greatures.her sweetly joy and

Fire of love,

I sangs upon my son, with words of cloud_white and,

Or words of green water of flows,

Day after day, month after month,

And i made meselves a little cicada,

In apparel, sometimd,

I being katydid, a skirt_green, sometime,

I made meselves a orchid,

In white apparel, sometime,

I turns a petty siklworm,

In white robe, simetime,

I into Nature 's greatures,

To body of flowering tree of dreaming flew,

As if a dragonfly, came to dim bamboos,

Of summer,
And my firegod_minor me sings

Or told, for my fairgod_ minor

Being lonely, stir and peaceless,

I become one single flower's sweetly,

Or Music of heavy sweet,

kissed my son_my ideal,

As shepherd kissed his snowsheep_small,

And passed sun, moon stars's kingdom,

This flower's sweetly.true, twelve years

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit, and milks

Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

With red magma, true, twelve years

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit, and milks

Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

With red magma, true, twelve years

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit, and milks

Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

With red magma, true, twelve rears

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit, and milks.

[kokoschanell]

hi fengwengshu,

this is a wonderful poem as I think very Chinese. when I was young I was fascinated by Chinese poems with their mixture of emotion and nature. here
the dragonfly as a connecting symbol between dream and reality.
I think here is someone talking wishing to have a son. this is a love poem for an unborn one.
in some cultures it's important not only to get a child, but to get a son.
this seems to be said here, expressed in this poem full of longing and helplessness.
nice to have you here.
do you speak a little bit German?
greetings from koko

[fengwenshu]

Hello dear friend kokoschanell

Saw，


Know kokoschanell,
I am very pleased.

Very glad you reads the comments，

Thank you very much,





May all German，


Readers, writers, poets, Merry Christmas

[fengwenshu]

rose_rosy [一朵玫瑰色的玫瑰]

By the Chinese poet fengwenshu




My space 's small emperor-my son

As a Roseate for endless routh,

When unborn my son,

Lived in lofly belly of a flowering tree of dreaming.

And fire phoenix fly, like one single moonlight_azure,

In phoenix's body breed,

In rosy rose had

Vomit and lent to the nigths, hills,

Rivers, grasss, groves,

And greatures.her sweetly joy and

Fire of love,

I sangs upon my son, with words of cloud_white and,

Or words of green water of flows,

Day after day, month after month,

And i made Myself
Wearing a black dress


Small cicada


In apparel, sometimes,

I being katydid, a skirt_green, sometimes,

I made meselves a orchid,

In white apparel, sometimes,

I turns a petty siklworm,

In white robe, simetimes,

I into Nature 's creatures,

To body of flowering tree of dreaming flew,

As if a dragonfly, came to dim bamboos,

Of summer,
And my faire-God Not born me sings

Or told, for my fair-God Not born and

Being lonely, stir and peaceless,

I become one single flower's sweetly,

Or Music of heavy sweet,

kissed my son_my ideal,

As shepherd kissed his snowsheep_small,

And passed sun, moon stars's kingdom,

This flower's sweetly.true, twelve years

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit, and milks

Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

With red magma, true, twelve years

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit, and milks

Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

With red magma, true, twelve years

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit, and milks

Of spirit, art me created [Shao Music] of my own,

Like infant of cloud_dark grew in milks,

With red magma, true, twelve rears

My little flower_spirit grew in milks

Of spirit, and milks.