vendredi 14 août 2009

The Gyeongbok Palace



There's a palace famous in soul, the world knows well as the
the
Gyeongbok Palace
As a sign of peace you are built with three steps soar highs.
The manuscript are Painting for you the glory and pride,
Symbolizing freedom with desire to unify in the city of soul.
We can watch you in the square near the
old Gate.
Oh the
Gyeongbok Palace In your high hand statues stands fair
And light made of Iran and stone.
Between heaven and earth leaning out your face to bright blue
Space.
Like A statue of dignity stands tall and proud in the face of the
Black history.
A God-gift to the korean nation Young and immortal you shine
Forever.
Flaming upon the sea and shore, above the new street as the old
Square
In the air gold and blind, scared and blunt, a sophisticated temple.
Through your stone there is eyes watches the People looking up at
Your highest.
You are a steady gaze penetrating in love and peace.
With your silent calm the happiness, the life and the liberty.
Forever you captivated by your eternity the souls of the korean
Fathers and ancestors.
From an eye bird sight the men may your picture Admire and
Smell your dusty odour.
And the
old Gate witnessed the death-throe and martyrs
Heroes.
The Golden City gate Pitted concrete bore memories of lost revellers
Day.
The golden gate now you stand where you are there is no past and
No future.
Oh the golden city gate the events changed by years, forgotten and
Unforgotten.
Age remembers us by the raked up ashes of the past when the great
Wall is surrounding you.
Around us the rosy youth rejoices for us the sorrow laden breezes
Sigh.
When the days become weeks and they grew months, years gleam
By gleam.
When the magic golden city gate abjured its might Dwell that our
Fruity, dreamy day.
When you open your arms a fondest love of Peace to embosom and
Content surge us.
You remember us the value of sorrows with a wholesome laugh date
Day of the fifteen October 1948.
And now with grateful smile and accents cheerful people in your
Face they pass laughing.
Oh the golden city gate in your stamped stones the image of the
Black sorrow hugs the bright joy.

1 commentaire:

  1. Ici les mots parlent au sujet de la Corée la terre des temples de milliers qu'ils dessinent maintenant une image de ce paradis vraiment vos poésies me motivent pour visiter la Corée pourquoi pas

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