The gong summons at twilight It pounds the heart of village Masters It is a call to the palace The crown walks It walks to spits from spirit That, Ears Shall tingle to vigilance The tiger roars in vain The ant Captures the earth with…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The gong summons at twilight It pounds the heart of village Masters It is a call to the palace The crown walks It walks to spits from spirit That, Ears Shall tingle to vigilance The tiger roars in vain The ant Captures the earth with…