The samurai in me…


If death is coming,

And flowers are made of love

Then the sun setting,

The river above

The forest, the birds singing,

all matter more than…

…, …, …


Sometimes I can’t tell

if you’re for real or pretend,

From heaven or hell.

Life is just a spell,

you’ll ride around the bend

To the next hotel.





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