As cool as pale wet leaves.
The story of Lily of the Valley
At dawn, she lay beside me.
White poppy field h
This is the white thought he saw in the forest.
White poppies, carrying heavy dreams,
Oh, white poppy, who is wiser than love,
Although I long for their lips
When I saw them hiding
Go in and out in the shadows
-In the pine forest,
They are white, white poppies,
They are as white as clouds in the sky and forest.
Before the stars rise to hunt.
Oh, white poppy, who is wiser than love,
I came for peace, from hunting.
I came to seek peace with you.
Out of a new sadness,
My hunting brought it to me.
White poppies, carrying heavy dreams,
Although I long for their lips
When I saw them hiding
Go in and out in the shadows
-They're white-
But if a person looks at me with longing in his eyes,
How will I respond to her eyes?
Because I followed the white people in the forest.
Aye! This is a long hunt.
When I saw them gliding, I had a deep desire.
Blinking where the trees are separated.
But oh, this is sadness and sorrow.
When love dies in my heart.
Fan, for her emperor.
Oh, a white silk fan,
As clear as frost on grass leaves,
You have also been put aside.
Ode to choosing a cemetery
(This is the first part of Hugh Cervin Maubury)
For three years, it was out of step with his times.
He tried to revive the dead art.
Poetry; Keep "sublime"
In the old sense. It was wrong from the beginning-
No, hardly, but seeing that he has been born.
In a semi-barbaric country, it is out of date;
Bend down resolutely and squeeze lilies out of acorns;
Capaneus; Trout as artificial bait;
"I know what you're talking about. I'm the third."
Caught in an unplugged ear;
Give the rock a small leeward side.
So that year, the rough sea caught him.
His real Penelope is Flaubert,
He fished on a stubborn island;
Observe Circe's elegant hair.
Not the motto on the sundial.
Not affected by "developments",
He has disappeared from the memory of men in Los Angeles.
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There are no accessories of the Muse Crown.