I felt like writing a beautiful peice about Japan and it's purity, beauty, perfection and style. Hope you enjoy. - 03 November 2005
Sakura.
There is nothing like watching theSakura fall onto the shallow cobbles –
Or the bamboo grass turning white.
As those cherry blossoms are trampled
By the horses tread and cart:
The ever-falling rain will begin –
And the tears are carried.
Dark and grey the clouds will turn -
And the cicadas will no longer churn.
The start of a new day.
Pink Sakura obscure the floors –
Amongst the healthy bamboo grass.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2005-11-03 at 08:40
Tags Beauty  Warm  Calm 
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