Sapporo In the Spring
For now this beauty is all I know and this song of pristine passion
etched upon my joyous heart
calls through endless corridors
of love
One hundred and thirty six
I count the cherry blossoms gleaming in my eye
in silent solitude
I watch a Geisha girl pass by...
Subdued in beauty
a hushed thought mesmerized
her flowing gown like a windy dream aloft
paints a haiku without cost
Winding beyond the cobblestone path
like one thousand Winter days of silence
falling like a winter snow
each petal floating of freedom
calls a solemn prayer of remembrance
to my sweet love lost
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2019
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