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[Yuki Fukurou]

Heh...it seems my small poetry thread here was deleted during the attack. Oh well.



Anyway...(considering that I'm sometimes obssessed w/the subj. of death)...I've decided to write another poem. (This...by far has got to be the best one I've written on the subject).



Death & Dying:



Death?such a scary fate & reality

And a hard way to accept.



We wish for our loved ones to be with us forever

But we know that cannot be.



We sometimes think life is unfair,

Yet it?s a lesson we have to learn.



It comes unexpectedly; we hardly notice it?s there,

Some people think it?s nothing, they really don?t care.



Yet once it happens, we can?t stop it,

The realization, the shock, the news?is just too much to bear.



We?re filled with a sense of emptiness & grief,

Like a stab through the heart, like our lives are incomplete.



Yet through the grief & despair comes a ray of hope

A hope to see them again, someday.



Death is like parting, but it won?t be forever

So don?t feel down & keep grieving.



Instead, remember them for all the good they?ve done,

How they impacted your lives.



Memories are your partner now; they?ll never die,

And even though they?re not with us physically, but in spirit?



There?s always a special place for them in our hearts.

[Yuki Fukurou]

Hi guys. Here's another poem I wrote:

Sakura:

Its branches sway gently in the breeze
The petals falling gracefully on the ground
Slowly winter comes to an end
A sign that spring is around the corner
Have you ever seen something so profound?

Beautiful during the day
Even more during the night
Such elegance, such beauty
What power it has to leave one speechless
Have you ever seen a more wonderful sight?

Sometimes has a meaning for romance
As I watch a petal fall slowly to my palm
The scenery just leaves you in surprise and awe
Just looking at them
It makes me feel somewhat calm.

As the sun sets and I take my leave
I take one last look at the cherry blossoms, and feel at ease
Being able to see them
This memory I will not forget
As the cool air brushes upon me from the night?s breeze.