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- Posts
- 11
- Years
- Pallet Town outskirts
- Seen Jul 16, 2013
Original Translation found in: Unknown
Pi, Pi pika, piii, pika chu
pika pi pi...pika
pi, pi pi pi! pikachu
pi pi, pikaa
...Pikachu pi,
pika pi,
pika, pi pi pikachu
pi pika pikachu
pi...pikachu
pi pi, pikachu, pika
pikachu pi pi
pi..pikachu
pika..chuuu, pi pi
...pi, pikachu chu
pikachu pika
pika pi, --pi pi--
pika, pi chu
.....pi, pikachu
pika pi, pi, pikaa
pikachu! pi pi pika
................pi pi, pikachu, pi.
The anger burns and falls like steaming rain.
We gather what we have left
and rising from the ground give
something new to say.
It's been years along with you.
I never doubt it anymore.
All I can feel is this Kanto wind come
through the cold season of this town.
Unova seems so far away.
I stretch and yawn in this mild afternoon
and watch these new pokemon in the field.
You stare too, smirking,
brighten your eyes you show that fire of winning.
Someday we'll be higher
than we are right now.
Someday we'll be fighting, --first rounds--
...in a league we can both survive.
And I know you feel it too.
That wake of twisting storms of worry.
I miss them too, buddy, where ever they are.
Home is just a long way's journey now.
I'm a writer in real life, who happens to have a passion for pokemon. So here's my poem. I tried to use more pokemon terms, but oh well. I dont think anyone reads this part of the web page.
Pi, Pi pika, piii, pika chu
pika pi pi...pika
pi, pi pi pi! pikachu
pi pi, pikaa
...Pikachu pi,
pika pi,
pika, pi pi pikachu
pi pika pikachu
pi...pikachu
pi pi, pikachu, pika
pikachu pi pi
pi..pikachu
pika..chuuu, pi pi
...pi, pikachu chu
pikachu pika
pika pi, --pi pi--
pika, pi chu
.....pi, pikachu
pika pi, pi, pikaa
pikachu! pi pi pika
................pi pi, pikachu, pi.
The anger burns and falls like steaming rain.
We gather what we have left
and rising from the ground give
something new to say.
It's been years along with you.
I never doubt it anymore.
All I can feel is this Kanto wind come
through the cold season of this town.
Unova seems so far away.
I stretch and yawn in this mild afternoon
and watch these new pokemon in the field.
You stare too, smirking,
brighten your eyes you show that fire of winning.
Someday we'll be higher
than we are right now.
Someday we'll be fighting, --first rounds--
...in a league we can both survive.
And I know you feel it too.
That wake of twisting storms of worry.
I miss them too, buddy, where ever they are.
Home is just a long way's journey now.
I'm a writer in real life, who happens to have a passion for pokemon. So here's my poem. I tried to use more pokemon terms, but oh well. I dont think anyone reads this part of the web page.
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