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In quite darkness

Clock hands stop the flow

Of Tsunami tears

Washing down our fears

Of our disappeared



Gazes face the wave

Today we harvest

The afterlife crop

Rings and Childs things

And all that remain

Of those who took flight




Flower rafts begin floating

On gentle Basho’s Haiku’s

Life is but a cloud floating

As pink cherry blossoms bloom

Samurais and Cuckoo’s cry

Pedaling the tears good bye



Proud flowers worth the living

Pink in blossom scent they fly

High tide took from the giving

Low tide sang sad lullaby

Cherry blossom hurried plead

“Hanami” Sukura Tree