THIS ONE:
The sakura, spring’s fragile trance,
Blooming to life at the sun’s first bow,
Awakening to a charming dance.
Fuchsia petals float in cadence,
Silvery leaves rustle and glow:
The sakura, spring’s fragile trance.
It’s gracious murmur, deep and dense,
Blowing in my heart, soft and low,
Awakening to a charming dance.
A tender life seeking its chance,
A flower so pure, so gentle,
The sakura, spring’s fragile trance.
One life in a world so immense,
Barely born, it falls with sorrow,
Awakening to a charming dance.
Pure and fresh, yet fragile and tense,
Charming, sweet, elegant, mellow,
The sakura, spring’s fragile trance,
Awakening to a charming dance.
OR THIS ONE:
Two angel guardians lost in the world,
Resplendant princes that we cannot see.
Soft fur, watery eyes, yet by men hurled,
Trapped, alone, wistful they shall always be.
Locked behind all life they need always stay,
For the cold of the cage will hold them trapped. (etc)
2006-09-15
06:17:08
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