the blossoming sun

It’s a bird, it’s a train

the promise of hail

The Osaka streets

for the free and the frail

The riveting views

coming out of the blue

unsure what to do

at loss of a clue

The blossoming sun

at the tip of your lips

all my greenery lost

from a touch to your hips

Apologies sold for the lies that unfold

the merriest tales, from the pain I withhold

Undone, untold, the brave and the bold

the cool and the cold, at the end of the world