(5)
In quite darkness
Clock hands stop the flow
Of Tsunami tears
Washing down our fears
Of our disappeared
(5)
Gazes face the wave
Today we harvest
The afterlife crop
Rings and Childs things
And all that remain
Of those who took flight
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(7)
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
(7)
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
