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Ronald J Chapman Dec 2014
She's a powerful and strong princess,
With magical super powers.

She thinks of time's past,
She thinks of times yet to come.

She loves to travel through Europe,
But her dreams are of Japan,
And singing under Sakura trees in the springtime of Japan.

I notice the way she thinks about Japan always with a smile,

She likes to use words like 'Sakura flowers' and 'Yukata Kimono from Japan.'

She likes to hang out with Monica, Dad and Grandma,
But when left alone,
Her mind turns straight to Sakura flowers in
The springtime of Japan.

She hates mosquitos and cold,
But she just thinks back to springtime in Japan,
And she's happy once again...


© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Written for the beautiful Romanian singer Evelyne Cojocar. Her dream is to sing and tour Japan in the spring.

Music by KARUNESH - Japanese Spring
http://youtu.be/K18A-CTPc7I
Jeuden Totanes Feb 2014
Cherry Blossoms fall
As we pass by the stone bridge
Hanging pink curtains

Fishes in the pond
White, black and clean red markings
Making small ripples

Mother’s kimonos
Of red flowers and grasses
Were velvety silks

The sparrow perched here
On the wooden window pane
Pecking on the grains




Winter came slowly
I strolled by the frozen halls
Blowing on my hands

Spiders spin their webs
Sakura watched quietly
Her eyes glowed dimly

Snow covered rice fields
They climbed Fiji with Father
They did not come back

The window pane fell
Ice melted on the stone floor
They all ran away

My fingers galloped
Water froze in the fish ponds
I weren’t afraid
made this for my school project.. :)
indi Sep 30
whenever i feel like it
i hold you
softly in my hands
there you sparkle
there you shine
you,
a facsimile of reality
a fragment of the past
yes, tonight
you’re mine, all mine
Semerian Perez Aug 2012
A woman
Dances alone
Among the trees
In white
Against the pink petals
Of the ancient
Sakura trees

Her raven black hair
Swirling in the gentle breeze
As the petals dance with her
Soft
Fragile
Tender

Branches sway in the breeze
As if conducting
Music to her heart

Her love flowed with her movement
Her soul sang out
Her voice carried on the breeze
Until night fall

Clouds roll in as it rains
The gentle rain falling on the blossoms
But where was she
She was crying
Her tears were the rain

A stone rested among the trees
A gentle rustle moved the petals
Revealing her name
Her body rested there
Her favorite place

So she is seen dancing
By day
By night she cried
As the trees
Contined to play
To her dance of her heart.
storm siren Jul 2016
Dear Sakura,

You were my oldest and most consistent friend. Remember when I called you  toxic because I cut you out to prevent you from feeling pain when I tried to off myself, because I didn't want you at my funeral?

Remember when I got myself help so that wouldn't happen again and when I got out of the hospital you told me that I only care about myself so we can't be friends?

Part of me wants to tell you to take a nice long look in the mirror.

Part of me understands how you misunderstood what being suicidal does to a person. They cannot care about others as consistently as you need it while they're trying to find consistent hope to keep going.

And another part of me, the most influential part, understands it was necessary.

I cannot chase you, my old friend and my now nothing. I cannot chase someone who never intended on staying around.

I do not wish you harm, or ill will. I wish only the best for you, for your life. I hope you grow up quickly, we both need to. I do not think poorly of you. I am a little confused on your decisions, but I cannot bring myself to truly care. It would be harmful to my well being, and if you still cared, you'd be so proud.

We had a good run. End of freshmen year to this past May. We had a good run, I promise. Just know there had not been a person outside of my brothers and mom, until very recently, that I cared for more than I had ever cared for you.

I am glad you told me off after I got out of the hospital. It was my not wanting to hurt you again that lead me to get the help I needed. Though it stings to know you probably think poorly of me, I cannot let myself care. The closest thing I had to a sister, and the closest thing I had to someone that could understand without words (though I was wrong, you obviously needed some words from me to explain), is gone.

And rest assured, I am okay with this. We had a good run, as I said, but that was the last one. As much as I loved you and our friendship, I don't see any type of friendship for us in the future. Maybe the bad blood will go away. But I am okay without you, as I am sure you are without me.

Best wishes,
Glass Half Full
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Timmy Shanti Jun 2012
I bet she’s beautiful,
Though I can’t see her, -
Sakura in the moonlight.

Friend, come, rejoice!
I know, you miss her -
Sakura in the daylight.

Reflections I see
When looking in her eyes, -
Everlasting spring.

Old master once said:
“Satori doesn’t draw lines ‘tween seasons”.
So what are you waiting for?
Poolza Feb 2019
Sakura petals
Fall into the dark, blue pond
They begin to float





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Payal Dhiman Jul 2020
Pink lips, trembling heart
The blooming face, with fragile beauty
You are my Sakura and every minute with you is Hanami
Hanami is a Japanese custom in which people go out to watch and admire flowers blooming on Cherry tree. And Sakura stands for cherry blossom.
xuans Aug 2015
i just really hate the term puppy love.
makes me sound like i'm way over my head
simply caught up with the clouds high above
and not gonna stop myself till i'm dead

rather, it's a cherry blossom romance
beautiful, brilliant and illuminating
sweet and pleasant, putting me into trances
a fire in me so strongly burning.

i hate the word crush with burning passion
makes this love feel fragile and soft-boiled
i know myself well, there's no confusion
at that point in time, my heart's fully-booked

let's call it a sakura rendezvous:
where raw, feral love comes into full bloom.
burning bright, though eventually withering:
'twas an embodiment of maturity.
for a friend...along with my thoughts. enjoy
Tony Tien Nguyen Aug 2015
Everything has a unique color.
No, not by skin or eye color, nor hair color.
One could be Red, like blood or One could be Blue like the blue sky
Another can be Orange, a ferocious lion

The “world” isn’t just Blue, Green, and White
nor is it a simple Black and White.
It has a color that no one has,
a color to protect and live

Colorful, yet colorless.
Bright, yet dull,
As if it changes color
from Orange to Red

What color is the “world?"
Is it simple or a mess?
Right now, the world is
a beautiful sakura.
Juri Kunikida Jan 2017
Pink petals falling
Caressing my tear-stained cheeks
On their slow descent.

The heart remembers
A spring love that once blossomed
And a love once scorned.

The words we once shared
Under cherry blossom trees
Vows now forgotten.

Farewell, my dearest
Like the petals that fell down
Our love has ended.
Ronald J Chapman Nov 2015
Spring

I feel so warm and cozy sometimes,
When I think of you each night and day,
And when I see you, I see Sakura trees,
I LOVE you more than our unforgettable first kiss.

You're so high, as high as an autumn sky; I hope this love that's flying 
Through space and time.  Will hold on tight.  
I can't resist your kissable warm cherry lips; it's true!
Cherry ice cream and newborn babies fade into shadows...

I am absolutely crazy for you!

Your Soul is exciting; your Heart is Kindness never ending,
And my Heart is TRULY in your hands.
I could touch and hug you 'til my life here ends,
But YOU are the focus of my heart as you hold me in your arms,

This Sunshine happiness of your smile,
Raised my spirits so high my love,
And for you, Spring,
I thank God's Singing Angels from above.


Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
The Cherry Blossom Princess
https://youtu.be/f6zlbBr7oUc
Stevie Ray Nov 2016
Blade sheathed in despair
Forged from the heat of passionate hatred
Man melted with metal
smithing dealt death with every blow
Cold blood to cool steel
A heart you'd judge lost
But his wavers not.

The vulnerability of Life
blood spatters
like pink leaves leaving the Sakura tree
Slow, as your life withers'n'witnesses
A heart you'd judge lost
But his wavers not.

Back'n'forth the Eb'n'Flow of blood
as life comes and goes
balancing on ropes
unseathed the wind blows
Fall'n'die, unfair
Your arrogance punished by
A heart you'd judge lost
But his wavers not.

Fail to witness, Fail to see
Fail to feel, Fail to flee
disposition to disharmony
Death doesn't cause a scene
Taken by
A heart you'd judge lost
but his wavers not.
He who forged the scythe of Death, is fair beyond human comprehension.
******, accidents and the like is unfair. Death itself is not. It is our judgement that make it seemingly so.
The harsh truth of Death is the function of the inescapable cycle we're all part of. Besides the goals we set ourselves we have a function and duty to fullfill to nature. To Earth.
Positioning yourself outside of the very nature we are part of is arrogant.

But all of this is easy talk for a young man wishing to be immortal.
Ronald J Chapman Nov 2014
Looking At You

When I look at you,

I'm looking at a dream;

I look at your stunning beauty,
Your beauty,
Is like a bright sunrise on a summer seaside beach,

I look at your gorgeous brown eyes,
Looking into your eyes,
Is like falling into a deep thick chocolate milkshake,

I look at you smiling at me,
Your smile,
Is like looking at thousands
Of budding pink Sakura flowers,

I look into your heart,
I see a warm, kind, pure, angelic soul,

But you are in a place I can never reach,

From thousands, of miles away, I am looking at a dream,
With a smile and eyes full of laughter.

© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
I'm looking for my dream girl
http://youtu.be/j4Qtk97pEwE
Pink blossoms falling,
warriors falling in kind;
Portland in springtime.

Hale, hearty hana
aloft on the vernal winds,
transient beauty.

Cut down in my prime,
someday, I, too, shall fall down,
fading into dirt.

Like my mother did,
and my father before me,
returning to dust.

Until then, I fight;
Until then, I carry on,
a blossom in Spring.
Methmi Mandara Apr 2021
Tokyo adorned with a jewel named spring
Beauty and Fragrance is what thou bring
Sakura blossoms covering the trees
Falling on me with the soft breeze

Wearing a kimono under the Sakura rains
Peace and love flowing through my veins
A pink carpet created under my feet
Sakura lovers are approaching to meet

Opened palm waiting for a gift
Holding a blossom which fell on so swift
Lying on the carpet watching the radiant sun
It’s thy happiness, the Hanami fun

Viridescent leaves are nowhere to be seen
Rosie colors are being so keen
Chasing the Sakura aroma I love
Is now falling on me from above

Sakura, Thou made my crestfallen heart gone
I wish to live in your scent spreading zone
Spring, I fecund you through the whole year
To be in the Sakura woods without a fear
Eloisa Apr 2020
Longer sleepless evenings
Humid, dark, and bleak
Serene and sorrowful homes
Blossoming sakura trees weep
With heavyhearted lonely buds
Spring, unforgettable saddest spring
Trees not lovelier and so are fields
Nor the day more delightful than the evening
These unhappy blooms in pink
Signal a different kind of grief
Sakura  (cherry blossoms) are constantly cited as the most recognizable sign of spring in Japan. When trees all over the country burst into breathtakingly beautiful clusters of pink flowers right about the time it gets warm enough, people  yearly go outside to enjoy. Blooming of the sakura is a beautiful  gift from mother nature, hanami (sakura viewing) is done by many people in spring.  But due to COVID-19 pandemic, parks right now are being closed to avoid more transmission of SARSCoV2.
Akemi Feb 2017
Lily marked the gravestone. A white streak across grey cobble, the crumbling visage of a turning sky reflected in the puddle beside her. New dusk brimmed grey gold, a heady dust galloped with the rising easterly winds, a white streak across grey skies. Lily marked the edge of her notebook, nine-past-ten, the end of second period, a break in consciousness, then a tang of blood from her swollen gums. Lenin rose above the rooftops, a hand brushed her forehead as the paramedics left, a black bag.

The answer was heat death, compartmentalised energy, like fireworks falling into darkness. Burning rice, spilt coffee, Ain’s smile. Nights on counter, pad paper, day old rain. Lily fell into a nightmare, smooth black, a single light dissipating as the universe died. She spat blood, missed the bus and collapsed on the walk to school.

It was the anniversary. Setting sun, plumes of white, the exit sigh of a wasted day. Lily woke hours later. She returned to an empty home, suffocated in a dream and rose four hours too early for school. Climbing the roof, she watched the sun rise, grey and formless.

There was ash in the hallway to class, the remnants of the incense from yesterday’s memorial, pencil shavings from the forest, fingers blurring out of definition like the trees around her, the soft empty breath of loose soil. Ain came to the store on a night like this, wind gathered silent around her frame. They found themselves atop a bus shelter, lights rising from a sea of nothingness.

Eight-forty-five, the chalk felt heavy in Lily’s hand, white dash across infinity, city blackout. Everyone went to see the dam, cracked pavement, Ain dripping blood, Lily wreathed in ravens. Below the river, forest spirits wove among power lines, bird bones cracked beneath the soles of children, motes rose. Lily lost sight of Ain, the dam broke and children cheered.

Time passed. Ceaseless time.

Lily drifted through petroleum smoke, dashi, the burning husks of gods. She watched the river ryū sweep through her street, turbid with the broken heads of graves, mad with phantoms. She visited memories yet to form, nurseries of dust, cosmic return of the infinite perceiving itself. She cried, remembering everything, the smell Ain’s wet hair, ricochet of a glass bottle, Lenin’s dirt-smeared skin, the birth and death of the universe; mother unable to afford pad paper, sakura bursting the sky pink, couples riding past on too expensive bikes, father drunk on sake. Ribbons of light danced around Lily, a playful susurration, feeding her more and more memories.

Isn’t it beautiful? Existence burning through itself? A departure with no ending, no beginning, no becoming? Haven’t you lived a full life? Won’t you live it again?

Lily screamed. Split dam flooded the empty grave. The same smell of soy, dust and sweat every day. Lack birthed in the space between, like teeth, lacuna bleeding. Nightmares and old memories pouring out like a knife. Ryū stiffened, red streak across the sky, tail burying into the earth. Rice steam filled the air, a passing train carried Ain and Lily into the city, crowds of smoke, her crescent eyes reflected in a storefront, the eyes her mother loved. April awakening of the forest gods, cool spring rustled the hair around her neck, a humid breath descended from the mountain to the lake. Warm rain fell in sheets, city smudged out of focus, bokeh lights departing, Ain’s wet skin—

The city retracted; a whimper escaped her mouth; her fingers passed through power lines, wood smoke, pavement; seasons collapsed, superimposed like holograms, snow and humus; gyoza steamed, air sirens blared beneath the shadow of foreign planes; kodama rose as ancient trees reclaimed the land; volcanic blasts shook the ocean, AI sped to singularity; reality vanished like light falling off a mirror and Lily ceased to feel.

Space is illusory.

Lily.

It travels ceaselessly through itself.

Lily, stop.

And we don’t exist.

Lily grinned, rising from the reeds, a cattail in each hand. She sped towards a screaming Ain, who tripped on a willow root, and began bopping relentlessly.

“Lily!” Ain cried, squirming on the ground. “Lily, stop!”

Lily grinned, rising from the reeds, a cattail in each hand. She sped towards a screaming Ain, who tripped on a willow root, and began bopping relentlessly.

“Lily!” Ain cried, squirming on the ground. “Lily, stop!”

Lily grinned, rising from the reeds, a cattail in each hand. She sped towards a screaming Ain, who tripped on a willow root, and began bopping relentlessly.

“Lily!” Ain cried, grabbing Lily’s wrists. “Haven’t we done this enough?”
[3] time is a flat circle perceiving itself
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[1] hellopoetry.com/poem/1554623/the-end-came-a-long-time-ago
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[2] hellopoetry.com/poem/1798516/an-echo-of-ain
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ChinHooi Ng Jul 2023
All trees
dressed in pink
the longings
that were planted here
over the years
I've been faithful
in my visits
approaching gently
quietly leaving
pink and white petals
like devoted butterflies
flapping their wings
to decorate that sky
of memory
beautiful things of the mortal world
finally return
the season of sakura
like my thoughts fluttering about
in the first flush of her romance
the sanctity of this retreat
the pink flames
reflected on lovers' foreheads
fragrances
stored in the depths of time
fly out towards
our love affair.
fisharedrowning Jul 2014
In sakura-scented spring,
powder-pink feathers are falling.

A thousand moon-suns have set,
yet I still hide under your wings.
Johnson Oyeniran Mar 2023
The ballad of Nalum by Johnson Oyeniran



Under a Sakura tree on a warm and pleasant day,
Sat a battle hardened soldier, trying to stay awake.

''Arise, you must stay vigilant'' muttered the combatant,
''Or youll suffer the same fate as private Melicent.''

But her eyes grew weary then she fell into a deep sleep,
Before the enemy quietly slipped into their keep.

They were bested by ruthless devils more savage than beast,
All the while the sleeping soldier slumbered against a tree.

Luckily for her, she was mistaken for a body,
So they left her be and continued with their killing spree.

Time passed since the enemy took the army by surprise,
They outnumbered them nine to two and left not one alive.

When the enemy were done having the time of their lives,
They merrily marched home with plunder and kukri knives.

In the midst of her fallen comrades, the soldier woke up,
In a state of shock at what she had just seen, she choked up.

''This isnt a prank nor am i dreaming'' wailed the soldier,
''My...brothers and sisters in arms are six feet under!''

''Before long, their mangled corpses will be food for scavengers,
Then nature will bury whats left of these warriors.''

Alone and orderless, the soldier randomly went west,
A tragic choice she would ultimately come to regret.

Now up ahead, roughly half a kilometer away,
Was the entire enemy, camping beside a great lake.

''This can not be happening'', whispered the protagonist,
''How did I end up near the camp of these terrorist?!''

But before she could try to sneak away, she got captured,
Embarrassed by her mistake, the soldier felt so awkward.

After hours of abuse, she was brought before their leader,
He demanded to know how she survived their massacre.

However, the female soldier preferred to stay silent,
Which caused the commander to get extremely violent.

He ordered his guard to pluck out one of her amber eyes,
And use an urumi to render asunder her thighs.

She was no stranger to torture and refused make a sound,
Though she was covered in a pool of her blood in the ground.

Her hands were bound in bronze chains by the commanders order,
But little did he know he had made a deadly error.

Whilst a male guard lead her to a human sized cage at night
She slipped out her chains once she saw he was preoccupied.

Immediately, she wrapped her chains around the guards neck,
Fueled by rage, she choked him with her might till he dropped dead.

Nearby was a deep hole she used to conceal the dead guard,
But first, she took his uniform and cut off his male part.

Later, she blended in with her enemy in disguise,
Her plan was to destroy them all with a fatal device.

Now in an empty tent, she performed a ritual,
Her special blood was needed to make her wish possible.

Soon after,12 ghostly heads hovered out of her symbol,
They were ancient wish granters who were all ethereal.

''Your request?'' asked the 12 heads floating in the air,
''Fashion me a bomb'', begged the female soldier in despair.

''As you wish'', answered the 12 heads she summoned from heaven,
''With this, Ill avenge them all'', declared the army woman.

Just then, word had quickly spread that the soldier had escaped,
So the enemy searched high and low for her in great haste.

Suddenly, they were bewitched by the soldier's melody,
One by one, they mindlessly marched to her tent, slowly.

Out stepped the female soldier standing firm and unafraid,
Wrapped around her body, was the bomb the 12 heads had made.

At the cost of her life, she ignited her lethal bomb,
And at last, the whole enemy both small and great, was gone.

Nalum, Nalum the brave and mighty female warrior!
May your story live on within my poem forever!
Ikigai Poet Jul 2019
My heart is driven by the hymns of selflessness,
The falling sakura leaves touch the strings,
Playing a beautiful melody on shamisen.
I'm resonating,
One with the nature,
My heart beats fifty dying stars a second,
Such is the magic of a heartbreak.
The ecstatic hallucination,
The vicious pleasure,
Raging sanity,
Evaporates.
Become one with reality,
Let your wounds sing the hymn of pain.
-Ikigai Poet
Heartbreaks are often powerful.
Mysterious Poet Feb 2017
The colour of the staggering sky
The colour of the nice night sky
The colour of the outstanding ocean
The colour of many beautiful things
Just like your elegant eyes
Blue

The colour of the soft sakura
The colour of long lasting love
The colour of the rare rhodolite
The colour of many amazing thungs
Just like your luscious lips
Pink

The colour of the shining sun
The colour of the simmering sunflower
The colour of a cute canary
The colour of many gorgeous things
Just like your hot hair
Yellow
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019
Beautiful beaches, beautiful nature,
beautiful nature and beautiful scenery.
Hippy Swivel Reyes Jikko Sakura
Station, Shin Zipcard Church,
Chad Puke Park,
Chad Puke Park, European
Mountain, Stock Park, Crown
Door Center, Public
Umbrella Center, William
Uro Corak Award, South
Tempo Statistical Center, Computer
Packages Overview: These
Unlimited Dollars,
Towels and Toys is a French,
French philosophy.
What looks like American
gardens? Akiko Tata, Akiko
Winter, Brown Bridge, Ami
Hiazipi Manichi, Robert Kerry,
Reza Dada and Ramas Sharika,
South Black Sea, technology
transfer, Benin, China, China
Little Commission, last year's
high quality wild forests.
The French media for media's
entertainment, many natural
stories, the public museum,
the Swadeshi folk club,
William Robbins,                                                    the Sunday Drama Drama,
the Mexican Blue,                             and the rich family - legendary legends.
OG is a dangerous place in Gnan Park.
Many mothers in the United States
are in the hospital Akum Tomo Acicci
Alcoholic beverages Jack Jack CO Kharke,
Hearing Brothers Bros,                                             huge revolutionary valve;
Rover wandering huge unwanted chemistry,
happy coffee, sugar, cheesy drugs,
European Union, Red Carl Electricity,
Peace Center South Carolina,
Notebook William Roberts,                     Gama and Akuraai, Rip Pellas Jazz,
Irish Michelle film, Anita,                           Philosophy and Body Tividhi Ura
AnnaMarie Jenema Feb 2015
The sakura petals, whose life spans are so short lived, begin to wilt,
and with their falling blossoms, my old love dies out,
it's flame, never again to be rekindled,
They wilt away as the breeze air carries them far from my loving tears,
he had found a new destiny,
a new love, whose petals beam a brighter shade of pink,
that wind only made me shiver in loneliness,
it's bitterness held by jealousy,
but than it brought with it a sweet sensation,
'I'm glad to see his sunny smile return'
even if another had cast it, at least he could find his own happiness once again,
farewell  my dearest love,
and may the your smile never again forsake you
afteryourimbaud Jul 2017
Yes I heard and cried
knowing that you have died
in the midst of that ******,
sinful ruckus of Nagasaki
but fate is no longer great
tip-toed twinkle of a pathetic
plunge over the dying Sakura
I have not changed for years but
you, you have changed
for the romance, for the sanity
of your everlasting dance.

Fatal, it is fatal, they said.
Denial, it is a denial, I said.
The balloon has escaped for years
and it can only haunt us for years,
but now,

The balloon waved at me
as I was caught red-handed
by an atomic, stoic handshake
drowning athazagoraphobia,
so I left the *** unattended
and I wander for a sweet end
in Misaki, Sennichimae,
calm, youthful exuberance I love
I no longer remember
the lasting kisses
that she left,
as a soliloquy in May.

I am lost in the wildest dream
of an eternal existence.
Sakura is when
The Cherry flower blooms pink
It is magical
guliyeva naila May 2013
From white sakura in the garden way,
had gone the milky odor sprey.
and icy heart of flooding sense
that is not me ....
that pencil wispered to a paper sheet...
The sun kisses mountines , fields
Reflect on Caspian black waters ...
May be i dream of early twilight moon,
Ridding the pinky horse ....
that is not me ...
that pencil wispered to a paper sheet...
I sent the doves with posts
three or four indeed....but...
They hadnt been read .
may be they still in net...
You sang me the song on the old quatar,
fingers dance a melody ...Habibi ...
Are you alive ?
Then i greet you with hugs
Then ...i will die from hapiness
Just for you...Habibi !
Please be alive ...let me know ....
that is not me ...
that pencil wispered to a paper sheet...
Sakura is the Japanese word for cherry blossom...
Sakura time is a magical period...
It does represent renewal and optimism...
It signals the ending of winter and beginning of spring...
The cherry trees become pink and beautiful...
I can probably say every time I see you is Sakura's time...
For your eyes bring peace, happiness and optimism to my days...
Your eyes are magical...
They are an eternal spring...
Haruhi Oct 2015
One day I'll be like a
Sakura Tree
Standing by myself leaning
Only on myself
Supplying food and shelter
For just me
I'll be as independent as a
Sailor on the open seas
I'll be like a Sakura Tree
So pretty and free
With a brown body and
Beautiful pink leaves that couldn't
Care less about anything
I'll be like Sakura Tree
Branching out to touch everybody's soul
And their inner sense of beauty
I'll be able to let the cool breeze flow
Through me without caring about a thing
One day I'll be like a Sakura Tree
Dying oh so beautifully
I love Sakura Trees look, they're really something aren't they? The right side is different huh? x}
Ronald J Chapman Dec 2014
She is mysterious, as strange as a daytime dream,
So remarkable, I see a
Princess dressed in a kimono covered with cherry blossom leaves,
Floating down river, under a canopy
Of pink and white Sakura trees.

She is so extraordinary, as unique as a double rainbow at sunrise,
So dreamy, as dreamy as a seaside sunset,
Her unconditional love scatters,
Like cherry blossoms in a fresh breeze,
Seen in rippling waves of sunshine.

So fantastical, as fantastic as a pink rose blooming in the desert,
So magical, as magical as our dreams coming true,
Princess Sakura singing, like an Angel,
She spreads her wings and flies away,
Like vanishing Sakura, leaves at the end of spring.

Princess Sakura, you will live forever in my dreams...

© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Cherry Blossom Girl - Air
http://youtu.be/f4GtILnrcx8
Ronald J Chapman Nov 2016
Not able to reach you,
My beautiful Sakura,
A broken bridge,
Separates our hearts.

My beautiful pink flower,
Dreaming of sunny Seoul,

As daylight dims,
Unable to cross this bridge.
In the wilderness of life,

Longing and loneliness,
Fills my Soul.

Bright dreams of you,
As midnight passes,
Flying across the span of time,

Your blossoms tickle my Soul,

Touching your blossoms,
While standing in the South,
In a Seoul spring,

Lightens up my eyes,
With yellow sunshine.

Riding my dreams across the bridge,
Touching your Soul,
Hoping one day,
To hold you in my arms, as my wife.

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
[MV] Queen Inhyun's Man OST- Same Sky, Different Time (Joo Hee of (Eight) with Eng Lyrics
https://youtu.be/AhO1NVs9_kI

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