Hikari-NoHana

The curve draws down and hides behind the marching army of bark, throwing quivers of leaves along the drowning cries that seep in the pained path. The sky never smiles as it overlooks the rooted children blooming in frenzies of spontaneous laughter blinding your eyes that struggle to look away. They dance in broken solids and parade in harmonic steps descending the banks in blossomed puddles. The rain never passes through the mirrors, yet storm in triumphs that flood the quartering mouths. Your grasp only speaks true once before the valley leaves and your focus wonders where you are - where you will be.

Steady in the drifting tides, within the race they sit looking down in hunger face With eyes that pierce the day. Silence is but the sound, that trickles in the streaming rays. Out sheds it's feathers--to a peak of serene bitter tangent. Today they sit, and float upon the deep blue painted canvas With ripples of the maiden's brush and strokes that cast a sigh. There they rest for drifting moments A simple pass in time, There they leave their puzzled minds, For all to tamper with. At last they are a small balloon, with a white plated chest. A grey cape they cover in, soaked in the ocean rain. At last they wield their spoken fate, and cas