#220 – Honda

From a young age your mind Was that of a judge, a logician. Watching your romantic friend die, Washing away his spring snow spirit, Another friend breaking his bowels Like a spurred runaway horse, And another, but this time a love, Mesmerised your eyes with her Tanned thighs, but later died: a¬†poison From a snake … Continue reading #220 – Honda

#218 – Isao

Born to a prominent patriot and Raised as a champion of Kendo. Little did you know that you Were a romantic reborn as a Runaway horse: Power is action, And to truly know is to act. Purple being the colour of corruption While your nation was colourblind. Your dream of the exploding sun behind Eyelids, … Continue reading #218 – Isao