Crying trees in the spring,
Where the grass is soaked with the cloud's blood.
Let them bleed in dirt,
And blend with the whimsical roses
That dances with the wind.
As we see the birth of bark,
The roots give life to another companion.
The touch of evergreen that blesses the eyes of all...
Watch as is disintegrates in front of you,
But with a chopped soul.
Particles,
Of the leaf shall fly by.
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
