A senseless gesture interpreted
As a heartfelt contribution
To a conceived hostile unity
By an open-mind travelling for two
Down a one way road.
A flower in the hand,
Once believed to be an omen
Of better things to come,
But it wasn’t the first time,
Being in the wrong place
With the right smile.
---------------------------------Currently jamming: Namie Amuro - Come
I used to awaken in the middle of the morning to this song - sometime betwixt 2:30 a.m. & 3 a.m. as the end-credits of Inuyasha rolled.
It still sounds lovely. .
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