Author of quotes: Kunice

The sun's rays poured
the entire lumen of a door of brushwood...
The spring afternoon.
At the edge of the ridge and stopped cloud.

As if not what
Especially sad,
And only the heart knows
Where this sadness
In the autumn evening.

Whisper in the wind
Bamboo leaves,
And this sound
Charms us and conjures up the sadness
Not only in autumn...

You can hear
The moans of the wind?
Even he does not forget
To see those pine trees
I'm waiting for him!

Your radiance
Everyone is waiting for another moon
The men of the village,
Where the clouds after the rain
Diverge in heaven already...

Frosty frost
In twilight transform
Chrysanthemum at the fence,
Seem: here he fell, sparkling -
But the moon at the edge of the mountains sends your light.