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Ai Sakuragi Poem
Bustling town along the seaside, sapphires glitter upon the ocean
Buildings made of ivory stones, ruby shingles full of devotion
Clock tower of rosette bricks, stand proudly in the centre
Chimneys bellow wooden aromas, furnaces release fireflies ember
Trees rattle with glimmering peridots, grass cheer of emerald green
Warmth of the radiant sun, with raindrops of aquamarine
Wisteria wanders along picket fences, laundry waves in the summer breeze
Lazy cat saunters the neighbourhood, gardens smell of fresh potpourri
Children sing on playgrounds, while grown ups still fly kites
Pensioners play chess at parks, all souls gentle as twilight
Bakers with jolly humble bellies, generously feeding all
Firestones lit early mornings, offer warm milk to every paw
Quaint little coffee shops, fill the town with pep and perk
Plenty of peaceful antique seats, crafted by marvellous woodwork
Yarn shops stuffed with the softest, rainbow of colours cascade the wall
Coziest couch by the fire, wearing a cherished heirloom shawl
Bookstores dazed with literature, collections of prints flood the floor
Hidden meows from high shelves, fables and tales travel offshore
Bountiful are the crystal orchards, anglers sail the open water
Fairy lights usher the evening streets, everyday auras of sweet laughter
Guidance to this serene haven, exist when my head touches a pillow
Follow the jewels across the sky, wake up under a weeping willow
Copyright © Ai Sakuragi | Year Posted 2024
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Ai Sakuragi Poem
Knitting a tiny woolly sweater, for a sweet-tempered mouse
He sleeps on a blue letter, that arrived from grandmother’s house
Using scraps of yarn, that came from a pair of socks
Was keeping it to darn, but seems cold dwelling in a mailbox
Started offering him pieces of cheese, I no longer eat alone
Eventually I pour us both teas, by the garden that’s overgrown
Working with double pointed needles, carefully in the round
Looking out towards a mural, l see him on the church’s ground
I am excited to witness, that he has his own schedule
This mouse is full of cleverness, he returns with a spool of wool
I am slowly making progress, as the churchmouse grows a belly
We started to play chess, both just pushing pieces curiously
Casting on is thrilling, just as thrilling as casting off
Weaving frail ends are gruelling, but it will all soon payoff
He happily wore his new jumper, colours of autumn in stormy weather
So came an idea, thoughts of knitting a matching sweater
Seasons have come and gone, no need to wear thick wool
We’re having a picnic on the lawn, wearing a full matching ensemble
Copyright © Ai Sakuragi | Year Posted 2024
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