As it falls down nimbly
carrying flashbacks of nostalgia
kissing the soil of which
we stand on
It consoles the soul
giving such beauty
for it is love and it is lost love
it is madness and is magic
with rhythms singing me to sleep
while keeping my mind aroused
I know I’m in peace
reminding me the sky’s still breathing
YOU ARE READING
Ukiyo
PoetryJapanese (n.) "the floating world"; living in the moment, detached from the bothers of life.
