Friday, October 31, 2014

Asakusa

the merriment of Nakamise-Dori
     a whistling tune of sparrow, unheard
      beneath the bell
               between the sadness of stone bodies
               I made a wish

so when the dying leaves resurrect
    so when the white land drains away
     and when the sprouts a'green
            when the sakura would bloom

I would be here,
        by your side

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