Wisps of clouds do drift;
aimlessly across the sky
Mere whisper of wind
caress
the sorrow clouded
In her eyes.

The city’s many
mingled sounds;
Rose like hum of
the ocean.
Rather lulled the heart
than roused
Sorrow gone and spell
was broken.

Tranquility filled her
heart and soul;
Glowed in bosom
like a coal.
Prisoner of fortune
she was no more;
or things beyond
Our reason – control.

Katsura trees
Late in Fall;
Like shoots of flame
around
Midnight’s pall.
A season new
she thus foresees
Falling soft upon
arms and knees.

Nature’s harmony
untold grace;
Her tender limbs
had now embraced.

 

 

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