A seed which buried deep under the ground like a funeral in an evening of a dream But it’s a delightful funeral of two births together in a garden behind a six yard old woods while I pierced a melancholic womb to explore the serene azure world under seven heavens.
The lullabies of birds tuned to crawl the floor and the branches started to wither standing still pushing the roots that kiss the soil, nights after 7 years in a premier late winter,no petals no leaves nor a bud just dry branches that swing to the melodies of the zephyr as the notes of a broken piano.
In a lazy morning of a misty day I sang the waves of happiness like a novice to adore the sky in a midnight under where am I. In early spring,after a moonless night,tiny buds hang in the umber dancing branches just lonely as I me in a mournful childhood which darkens the day with white lights and golden rays.
Late spring after full bloom of cherry blossom,just after few patient days pink petals are being carried away by wind to kiss the grass with magical mysteries, It’s just another mournful morning and a tearing lonely sunset but for you it’s a celebration of spring as a symbol of Japanese love.
You cease my lonely evenings blushing my cheeks with pink petals. long ago,I was tiny and timid to touch a fat stable stem from palms but now I’ve grown to hug you with my unstable heart and soft caring dirty soiled hands as we born,grew and promised to die together in an old wooden day.
I’m grown with body,grown with tears but not with fears as my heart trembles to stay strong among the twinge nights with blinking stars that weave colorless constellations even after the lonesome days you spent at midnights when I sleep under the moon light.you have grown old ‘til to die with a wide smile while I still find for the meaning of the so called smile.
//hey old cherry blossom,will you be still stable forever for I hug you in lonely nights//
𝗔 𝗕𝗔𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗟𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦 ~(death waits until the arrival of him)
Cloud after a cloud of a mournful night He ran towards the battle field after the final March in front the warrior woman standing on the hills against the solemn sky. when the world fights a war, she weave poetries like a lost sailor while pistols loaded with hopeless sonnets and riffles hanged with silent tears as he caged the fears under the iron suit he sang the song of innocent sacrifice whispering a hope in her deafened ear until she promise him forever together as“I breathe,wait and hope”for you return again carrying the crown of victory washing away the crimson blood in sea
Day after day breeze growls louder sprinkling blood on the page of poetry that she mends with night constellations while dressing the moon with her empty fears “A part of me is holding back tears”, his ears pierced echoing the words that loaded with her tongue and scars embracing weapons that float on blood. She swims in the depth of sulpiride every night where she died like the dead roses waiting for a dawn with water to stand still with the burden of hope,he appears until. the poetries are being dried like wilted daffodils but the war is shredding blood every second between the sunrise and sunset,with a hope she sleeps with the moon concealed with fog And it’s winter until now he haven’t come
a thought runs its thumb on the spine of a surreal moment, curling its fingers around a cup of light, gulping the sun one sip at a time, watching how time subdues pain when it talks in high pitch, screaming for undivided attention in the absence of silence
standing still under the storm's eyelids, a raindrop blinks twice to let the sky know that better days aren't a myth
and when the ground is dressed in autumn leaves, leaving sepia memories in trees in a dream, everyone becomes a poet.