Archive for April, 2012

EPAULLE

“… The weight of the world crush your shoulder to the ground…”

–Baudelaire–

 Princess, for what did you take a bow?
Seven dragon orbs weighten your shoulder, it seem.
All the peasant saw you and asks:
“Are persimmons turns bitter,
Are the north wind smells so unpleasant ?”

Princess, the streets are in festive
Cheer up!