Praise, praise!
Gather the trumpets
And the silver horns
With our bands we sing
Praise, praise!
Her charming beauty is indefinable
Of great depth are her cultures
Her words deep like the sage’s wisdom
And silence murmurs in agreement
To the profundity of her glamour
She is clothed with the finest silk
Her cheeks reddens with the summer’s warmth
Her russet veil pulled over her perfectly round face
Cherry blossoms embroidered on her flowing gown
Here goes the finest bride ever
A country planted in the poet’s mind
Like pictures plastered on concrete walls
Indelible images on ceramic souvenirs
Aishiteru, the poet whispers
Written By
Leonard-Harry Sotonye
SS 2B
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