School Project: Take the first and last lines of Miracles by Walt Whitman and fill in the space in the middle.
Kensei won't leave my mind alone since I decided I hated the way his character went. I liked him as the scrappy ne'er-do-well, but c'est la vie.
Life of a Cherry Blossom
Why, who makes much of a miracle?
Especially when the variance of vivid colour is just so uniform?
Another new face.
Another new smile.
Life passes by in a flurry,
Always the same monotonous novelties.
The peoples of the countryside take sidelong glances,
Whether they know me or not
And though I neither care nor pause
I notice.
From England to Japan,
Bristol's busy markets to Otsu's terraced farmland,
Every step laced in drink,
Every move seeking profit.
Perhaps this monotonous slew of constant activity is life,
Not to be questioned.
But when he arrived everything changed.
I did not think it was possible, what he does,
But then it all emerged: A new world, soft and slow.
He guided my hand and showed me how to use my eyes.
A truer friend I have never before known.
The cherry blossoms take so long to bloom and such a short time to fall.
What stranger miracles are there?
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Anecdote: I also originally had the word 'lynch' in the place of terraced because it was an old or middle English synonym for it. Also the city Otsu was known as Awazu in that time period.