Here, the air is buffeted by kites,
the tug of carp, the blossom’s kiss,
Waves of fire coil through a paralysis of storm,
and the song of the Samurai
is whetted sweetly
in arcs of chosen light.
Here, the air is buffeted by kites,
the tug of carp, the blossom’s kiss,
Waves of fire coil through a paralysis of storm,
and the song of the Samurai
is whetted sweetly
in arcs of chosen light.