Inbox: Which path are you going to take? The left one where there's nothing right? Or the right one where there's nothing left?
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Springtime has arrived.
As soon as Tokiya swung his office door, warm mellow drafts of spring blossom braced against his cold skin. Delicate, pink petals dancing and flitting mid-air came into view. He sighed. Such a beautiful sight that it almost broke his heart. His feet started to move.
It was this time of the year that I have met her.
Though Tokiya preferred the season of winter as he was fascinated those lovely snowflakes falling from the sky, someone special came into his life to teach him the beauty of nature coming into life. He remembered how much vibrancy and vivacity she had tagged along to knock down the deep-seated melancholia in his soul. A smile tugged in his lips. Echoes of her melodious laughter resonated somewhere in his musings.
When he finally reached the park's lane of trees, he sat on one of its wooden benches. He took out a piece of paper in his coat pocket. It exposed a rather neat and loopy writing. It read:
Road of Sakuras
Full bloom of spring
I heralded as breeze sweep in
A love I hoped to blossom
In road of sakuras we have walked
Golden rays ablazed
Those sturdy trunks have cherished
Laughters and tears lay real
In road of sakuras we have walked
Down the empty lane
Her ruby-stained lips I've kissed
Soft petals fancied to whirl
In road of sakuras we have walked
Fragrance wafted through
Inebriated soul is what I've kept
Smiling solace beneath shades
In road of sakuras we have walked
Humid air hung around
Unmistakable summer signs came
Grains of time I pray to ceased
In road of sakuras we have walked
No matter how many times he had read the note, it brought him the strangest sensations. Sure, he could relate to the poet's feelings of light-heartedness mainly because they almost had an identical experience. Ironically, a stab of pain and sadness slightly marred those positive emotions. And he had a very good reason to.
Tokiya never meant to snoop around on one of his colleague's stuffs but unfortunately, something compelled him to do so. Just after a conference where most of his colleagues had stepped outside, there was a small, folded paper lying on the gleaming tiled-floor. As he unfolded it, he instantly recognized the owner's writing. But what intrigued the most was the poem written on it. He knew that this colleague of him had always been a compassionate person but it was bit of surprise to Tokiya that there was a Pablo Nerudo in him. It was a nice poem, he thought. Then, suddenly his azure orbs widened. At the bottom of the paper, although barely noticeable that it was there, a name was penned. It was the name of the wind goddess. Instead of returning the paper back to its proper owner, he decided to keep it.
Another shower of pink petals spiraled through the lanes.
Wow. I managed to update this fic of mine. I'm sorry if it's a bit quite late. For those kind people who had dropped their reviews for the last chapter, thank you very much!
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