While the wind feels of fur carpet,
Our bodies can feel blessed.
The waters will be covered in crystal tears...
The shadows will become the moon's bride...
The tree's will be of a dynasty.
As each petal falls,
The somber whistle traverses through each limb.
...
The light blue grass will dance for you...
They will cry with creatures inside of them...
The swans will kiss another evening goodbye,
As they make love like a new marriage.
Their wings will make another generation...
As the lips will gloss another color.
Speak another ear into the mind,
And let the voice be heard.
While being covered in stone,
We are all waiting for the blossoms of Sakura...
To touch our fingers,
And free us from the eternal,
Vague darkness...
That swallows children whom hold crows
In their hearts...
So blessed be,
The child that stumbles upon paradise.
While their shirt is hugged in heaven's grace,
The skin will feel a higher power.
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.
