Waiting
for the Cherry Blossom bud
to fold out.
In the future
Observe some other
Enjoy its fragrance.
His fingers
Caressing
The petals.
And take it some
Where I can’t
See them.
Nowhere
To be seen.
To fulfil
The Meaning
Of their
Lives.
While
black ice
grows.
Encircle me.
Can’t
melt.
Ever.
Encapsulated.
For ever.
Sweet pineapple,
Beautiful duckling.
The Swan
killed me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fantastically penned poem