Poetry

(Machine translation - Google)
Oh, those marvelous colors -
The merger of carcasses with watercolor,
Where parallel for parallel
It takes a strange dream...

(Machine translation - Google)
Moon at night because voice sing cicadas,
Wind softly swings trees in the forest
And stored negoy spring coolness
Moth drinking from cups flower dew

(Machine translation - Google)
The ancient park in front of me
He opened the gates patterned...
In the shade of cool and dense -
Bench with Stone Grotto