Disclaimer: ...I don't own Rurouni Kenshin, but this poem really has nothing to do with it...
A/N: Hey peoples!! Well, here I am again with another poem. ...But the truth is, this poem originally had nothing to do with Rurouni Kenshin. But now that I reread it, I find that it can sort of represent the seasons and years Kenshin spent wandering around Japan, trying to find his "answer." So anyways, enjoy!
Reviewer Replies:
Akisu-san: Wow, thanks for reviewing! It inspired me to write more, so here you go!
Thehungryone: Yay! Well, here you go. You didn't beta this one, but thank you for your efforts on my previous poems and reviews!!
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Heart's Tranquility
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Drifting was the snow
Pale, translucent, fragile…
A snapshot of winter
At its very finest,
Adorned with the petals
Of the late spring flowers
And the autumn leaves
Of the scarlet maple.
And as the sun rises
From the Eastern mountains
Its warm glow
Melts the delicate snow
Into a silver river
One drop at a time.
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Review please! Well, until next time, everybody!