It's been a long time since I've published anything and while working on Relations (yes, I am still working on that one), this came to me. Enjoy.
Essence of Asuka
Fallen under strong branches,
A snapped twig, ripples through the grass;
Brown, not as it should be,
Crinkles under foot;
Wish against the breeze hath stirred
But for a moment,
I have forgotten.
Let me know what ya'll think, okay? Any suggestions, interpretations, or just general random comments are appreciated. No prereader on this one.