Ribbons get caught in clouds Geisha girls, strait-line-curls, as the silken twirls blossom
cherry blossom there's a shuffling thru in the day anew
the city shrouds Kimono pleats are replete with flowers of the dew
storks fly in
carrying babies Got to notice the white faces
then its maybe the places of the painted traces
Tokyo's waking up you on lips and lashes too
if you ever sleep got to notice tea-drinking-graces
it seeps into you in black and white buildings thru
Ladylike ghosts
In the rising sun rain the most
comprising demure, doll-like too
Asian morn China faces
then its as if in Japanese places Time moves quickly
Tokyo's little feet races trains tick fast
suddenly born with lots to do soon as you think
the futue's past
Large mysterios Speeding world
Its like you're alive in little world in queue serene
in Tokyo Geisha girl's acceleration delivered
and you don't know flatened down hair curl. in a waking dream
anything else
you want to see Time moves swiftly
the lily pad font so you can't see
the paper sails disappearing history
go free modern world's
the clouds in origami got a move on
as the sun unfolds fast
you love the brite greys you've got to be always
shining up in the lead
rays of olden gold. or you'll finish last.
You don't know
what else there is Mount Fuji's white cake icing
but Tokyo melting frozenness
you don't go Mount Fuji
now anywhere no excuse me
but where the blossoms blow. is always there
Fuji's watch
from time began
saw people run
to trains that ran
When things started
to speed up
Fuji's not impressed much
stares back its 'what's up?'
Fuji is eternal
until the very end
until time stops
you can depend
upon Mount Fuji
for that end.
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