A woman who lit the way for centuries
Is ready to cry on the shore.
Anger on her cheeks,
Blood on her skirt,
Fallen off her waist
Her rainbow.

In a sunny clime
Skyscraper has closed its curtains.
A flag is fluttering
In a timeless tempest
That sweeps the Asian shores.

The tempest began
Even before the Books foretold;
Stars would fall
On a hopeless flag fold.

Last updated July 10, 2011