poem | the queen of white lily

Place in which you are   A flower spreads a root deeply.   The sky is highly
Place in which you are   There is no house of despair.   There are also no straying children.
If a storm blows.   A wind is increase of a color.   A flower increases light.
Bring brightness of empty together in the garland
An unaffected finger   If children are touched
Also hand and foot which cannot get tired and fly   It dances and comes out to the prairie of freedom.

A morning becomes night.   Even if night becomes that summer
Even light leaves the garland.   Even if forsaken in the sky
From your footprint   It will bear and come tomorrow again.

Children who follow every day of a miracle and go   The finger is known.
A step loses balance.   Even if applied to a sick shadow black
If it basks in a wind and light   If warmth and silence are obtained

A black shadow serves as a bridge of a rainbow.


There is no room for a nightmare to enter   I will build a house.
Wisdom and power insert   I will open a window.
By the window, I am always  Pass only along transparent air.

by huuyou