Doki No Sakura
We all fall like cherry blossoms
By Hisashi Kurosawa Published 5 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Yustinus Subiakto on Unsplash
I will never again see this land in my life.
Farewell, your devoted son leaves to protect you.
I’m here to put an end to our strife.
My spirit is fresh as morning due.
To the south is where my destiny lies.
Where will the winds of divinity take me?
What will dry my misty eyes?
I am a flower falling from a tree.
There they are.
The dragons puffing black smoke.
Smoke as dark and black as tar.
Too late to turn back now, anyway, I’m broke.
I see my mother’s face.
I am no more.
It is the end of my great race.
I crossed the river into the lands described in lore.
About the Creator
Hisashi Kurosawa
Author of the Tragedy of King Pepsiman, Miles Away from Mars, and A House in the Silent Creek Woods


Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.