Sitting on the Mt. Fuji... a rondom thought passes by.
PS- Sakura (cherry blossm)

When sakura comes

I hold you in my hands like a katana,
my fear, my strength, you make me one.
holding dear life for cuts which bleed inside,
the creed is lost for a dream, a prize?

every question for a question,
every reason justified and wise.
with thousands thoughts I sleep,
or for the sake of which we rise?

i burn across the eyes which look,
but nowhere eyes which see
a destiny, my pilgrimage to find, to make
or the path shall make me wise?

Poetry by Sarvesh
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Written on 2012-09-19 at 14:31

Tags Life  Destiny  Purpose 

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