Was it the rain or the falling cherry blossoms tap tapping
How many colors of pink flooded into my eyes (my soul) seeking
The gentleness of a cloudy, cool day in Tokyo,
A city where steel towers overlook colorful clusters of umbrellas
And crowds murmur as they gaze upward, shuffling carefully
Along glistening paths and bridges that seem to bow before such beauty
The ponds dance in the rain, a percussion of droplets falling into
And bouncing up, the clouds gather and release them this
Cloudy day in Tokyo, this day come and now gone,
My cheeks already drying in the sun.
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