Ode to Knight Kip'a
The moon that pushes her way
Through the thickets of clouds,
Is she not pursuing
The white clouds?
Knight Kip'a once stood by the water,
Reflecting his face in the Iro.
Henceforth I shall seek and gather
The depth of his mind among pebbles.
Knight, you are the towering pine
That scorns frost, ignores snow.
Through the thickets of clouds,
Is she not pursuing
The white clouds?
Knight Kip'a once stood by the water,
Reflecting his face in the Iro.
Henceforth I shall seek and gather
The depth of his mind among pebbles.
Knight, you are the towering pine
That scorns frost, ignores snow.
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