Ishikawa Ayame
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Sable, a crescent within a bordure embattled Or
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Post by Ishikawa Ayame on Mar 11, 2011 17:53:05 GMT -5
Sunlight shining down
Temperature nearing forty
Melting all the snow
There's still a long way to go
Until we can call it spring
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Post by crimsongriffin28 on Mar 12, 2011 1:45:22 GMT -5
Friday Night in Kanagawa
The stars shine brightly
Over my house's tile roof
The city's glow gone
Candles half seen in houses
Hold vigil this day in March
Saturday morning
willows in a breeze
the buildings swayed in the quake
Edo's flowers bloomed
In Sendai the sea came in
Cupped and pulled houses from roots
The ume blossoms
Still cling to branches in Edo
In Miyagi buds
yet unopened are torn free
Spring's promise floats on cold waves.
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Post by crimsongriffin28 on Mar 13, 2011 11:09:45 GMT -5
A hand in rubble
Broken rooms where no one sleeps
Or can't be woken
Pillars of smoke touch heavens
As if to carry prayers
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