Fruity Poems

Poem 7: Hatori

Hello! Hatori's turn! Onward!

He lights a cigarette after a long day

Of being the only adult in the show

The wind blows the blossoms of trees to the ground

It reminds him of the question of snow

How he met her slowly when he could so easily smile

But he lost his eye for her hand

But it was his hand that swept her mind

Because from her he was banned

He takes another drag to wipe the image clear

But the pain just wouldn't go

He sighs, and puts out his cigarette

Dreaming of seeing the snow