🌅"Hime"🌸

Hime


She saw your love departing
While your tears fall with the leaves of autumn
Along with him was his heart
Framed in the amber of silence
Only a single cry resounded
A cry of freedom that
It spread all over the plain
As the sun descends gently on a sweet evening
Your love left
Taking courage in your Katana, and hope
In your heart of samurai

She sings an old Japanese song
While your love left
Looking for freedom

On top of the hill
A sycamore tree that never bloomed
Also says goodbye to his warrior
With one last goodbye

Hime's heart cries
Seeing your leaving love
She knows he will never return

Will never come back ..

The cries of last night still haunted the village
The fire had burned everything like the fury of a dragon
Innocent hearts tried to rescue their forces
As foundations of old, trying to survive time
All beauty had left
Along with the spring flowers
In the center of the village
Only the temple was blazing
Like a rising sun
Illuminated by its splendor
Hime prayed silently
While your children
They collected the leaves of the trees
All was silence
While the tears
Fall like crystal waterfalls

She sings an old Japanese song
As your children collect the ashes from the trees
Trying to find some hope

On top of the hill
A sycamore tree that never bloomed
She cries to see her children so sad

Hime's heart felt all the pain that a mother is capable of feeling
She knows it will be difficult times

Hard times...

Winter was gone that cold and dark last night
The next day spring arrived
Bringing news that went beyond the plain
The samurai had won the battle
Their families were saved
The hope in the end reigned in the hearts of all
The warriors who had survived the battle
They returned to the bosom of their families
Hime felt a tightness in his heart as he saw the master approaching.
He carried with him the Katana of his husband
The noble samurai had died in battle after defeating the enemy
Hime's eyes flooded like an ocean.
While the samurai honored his great warrior
Suddenly, a gentle breeze caressed Hime's face, wiping away his sad tears
She then looked at the sycamore tree that had never flowered
And noticed that at the top was a cherry blossom, swinging in the wind
Hime smiled then
Her husband had gone home

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