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Post by Shosuro Suzume on May 26, 2012 20:04:09 GMT -5
(A couple days latter)
The mask hides my frustration as I start to realize why every Scorpion seems to learn how to "hide". People have eyes only to themselves, it's so easy to hide from them. I couldn't find a way to a private talk with any of the Cranes, and may be I don't even want to join their school as much as I thought. I spent the last night talking to a Dragon, our table filled with emptied sake glasses. By the sunrise I was sorry for that guy. And also glad I didn't spent the night talking to a Lion, it would had been even scarier.
Sure there wasn't word for what happened, I wasn't there, but now I knew it. My words are heavy, as they drop off my lips with a veiled hint of sorrow in a almost emotionless voice. I wasn't there... what emotion could I give to this words?
The morning Snow fall on bloodied noon ground Fire blossoms at dawn
I had so much more in mind, but this was my last bow to the poetry judges.
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