Hiroshima Blossom
The wind rides the branches through blossom red and pink
Soon the place would be levelled in a blink
A Hiroshima blossom falls over the city
Everything captured timeless still pretty.
The plane appears a silver speck in the sky
Gentle hum of the engines an eerie war cry
Steel death glides from the bomb bay
A small child kneels and prays
The sound of silence is all that is heard
Nothing occurs nothing stirs
Rising overhead the destroyer of the crowds
Rising overhead a sinister mushroom cloud.
The cherry blossom stands charred and snapped.
A single branch remains intact.
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Hiroshima Blossom
PoetryA poem on the fragility of life, and natures survival through all.
