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
