scent of plum blossoms
on the misty mountain path
a big rising sun

by Matsuo Basho

Comments (12)

Beauty of expression to expose the common thoughts people think commonly with worries and tensions. Actually reading this piece of word-art we, the reader, could come to a conclusion that what happens everyday on earth, happens for a betterness...... We are the happy legion, for we know Time’s but a golden wind that shakes the grass. Any way, enjoyed the writing from a romantic realist. Thanks PH for posting.
This poem is certainly an absolution. Most wars are started by powerful leaders to make others slave. One who fight to keep their freedom don’t sing about glory of war.
Horror of wounds and anger at the foe, wonderfully penned
i enjoy the way you structured each word. Very Nice!
Golden wind! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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