Disclaimers: Ya Rurouni Kenshin doesn't belong to me. Nuff said.
Notes: Ehhhh, my first attempt at writing poetry. _ Remember that top Kenshin always played with in the OAV? (it was a top right?) Well, this poem's about it. In Kenshin's POV.
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A Gift From a Time of Innocence
A poem by: fUsHiChOu
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My birthday.
The last birthday we would ever celebrate together.
Together as one family.
Turning five.
Eager to become a man. Now I wish I was still a child.
It wasn't the most expensive gift, nor the most exquisite.
But it was the best gift I ever received.
Ottou-san made it from his own hands.
Making it out of oak wood. Working in and out on it.
Day and night.
Making it as smooth as glass.
He wanted it perfect for me.
Even though I'll never be perfect.
Okaa-san painted it with her already overused hands.
Even though she was tired, she still painted.
She painted like she was a real artist.
Painting with all my favorite colors.
Now the paint is peeling.
The colors are fading.
It's been so long now.
I am no longer a child.
But I still play with it as if I still was.
It spins and spins. Infinitely.
A metaphor for my life.
A never-ending chaos.
But when I think of my life now.
It now spins out of happiness.
An eternal happiness with all my friends.
And my innocence comes back to me.
As if I was still a child.
And we were a family once again.
Notes: So what did you think at my attempt at poetry? In the OAV, it doesn't say how Kenshin got the top, so I guess this is how he probably got it. I dunno. Anyway C/C appreciated. ^_^
Notes: Ehhhh, my first attempt at writing poetry. _ Remember that top Kenshin always played with in the OAV? (it was a top right?) Well, this poem's about it. In Kenshin's POV.
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A Gift From a Time of Innocence
A poem by: fUsHiChOu
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My birthday.
The last birthday we would ever celebrate together.
Together as one family.
Turning five.
Eager to become a man. Now I wish I was still a child.
It wasn't the most expensive gift, nor the most exquisite.
But it was the best gift I ever received.
Ottou-san made it from his own hands.
Making it out of oak wood. Working in and out on it.
Day and night.
Making it as smooth as glass.
He wanted it perfect for me.
Even though I'll never be perfect.
Okaa-san painted it with her already overused hands.
Even though she was tired, she still painted.
She painted like she was a real artist.
Painting with all my favorite colors.
Now the paint is peeling.
The colors are fading.
It's been so long now.
I am no longer a child.
But I still play with it as if I still was.
It spins and spins. Infinitely.
A metaphor for my life.
A never-ending chaos.
But when I think of my life now.
It now spins out of happiness.
An eternal happiness with all my friends.
And my innocence comes back to me.
As if I was still a child.
And we were a family once again.
Notes: So what did you think at my attempt at poetry? In the OAV, it doesn't say how Kenshin got the top, so I guess this is how he probably got it. I dunno. Anyway C/C appreciated. ^_^