Tired in Tokyo

Hold your neck skywards

In offering

The world would blossom just for you

Sakura limbs sturdy,

Reaching,

The sky a canvas for the rising sun to paint

And your limbs are tired,

But insisting,

The ground a lumpy slopeside,

Catapult of stones and bitumen

for your feet to spring forth

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