All the saints I’m around turn to grey.
Their black eyes just stare and slay
My hope into dusty powders.
With teardrops, they’re falling together.
But the nature’s mercy
Brushes up each pain carefully.
Every invisible pieces of heart on the ground
Are transformed into jewels of red, star, yellow, crown.
I realize the world suddenly
Blesses every sad soul secretly,
With colorful lessons to appreciate,
With the never-dying faith.
I wish the firing red
Shaded the coldness around.
Again, November foliage
Is painting the sky and the ground.
All the beautiful places
Wait and wait to be together found.
I wish …
But it doesn’t matter anymore, now.
Clear green stream flows,
Fogging gold tapered leaves
Under the white steam.
Daily prompt: Taper
Is it possible
To keep delicate snow;
Love which can’t be hold?
But last drop melted in summer,
I can’t pray to thank enough.
# 117 – rewrite
Photo: Summer Snow, Kyoto Botanical Garden
Inspired by: 蛍火の杜へ & 今日は会社休みます
“Isn’t it quite cold?”
Hot bitter tea is handed
Under the white moon.
All leaves in garden quiver.
I sip unsweetened love.
Inspired by: Tonight’s moon and Moon-viewing corridor, Katsura Palace, Kyoto (photobook)
Daily prompt: bitter
White snow of winter melts.
White snow as flowers fall.
Anything, I can’t help stopping,
Including you in this spring.
Photo: Shirayuki sakura (White snow cherry blossom) at MINT, Osaka, Japan.
Oh the world, my heart is breaking.
Eyes closing, I try to hold.
The green stems shoot from ground,
Hug softly around my soul.
In teary space, meadows spring,
Flowers scatter in like the starry sky.
On the right, the sun shines a very gentle smile,
Let me to look directly by eyes.
On the left, the silver moon
Weaves through the air its light.
Blanketing my tremble body
In this seem to be forever night.
Oh the heart, my world is healing.
Eyes opening, I feel it flows.
The loves that should stay stays
And the pains gradually go.