Fleur Du Mal
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Wow, thank you so much for taking time to read and comment, Cow Face! I'm sorta...kinda...near...almost...speechless 'cause of your praise! You were not familiar with tankas? Well, I guess they are less known compared to haikus, and even more unknown compared to limericks, etc, at least on English-speaking forums. After all, I suspect that Japanese syllables and English syllables are pretty far from each other, especially when written, and therefore, these syllable-based, painted-art-next-of-kin poems are less used than the "normal" Western rhyming and lyrical poetry. Nah, this is just me guessing =P I'm oddly fond of that particular poem myself. If I recall correctly, the words 'like ghosts in brittle void' came to me while pondering on some samurai philosophy. If a part of the road of the warrior is to accept death, to seek death, does the death become the prize? The honourable death, to be more exact. Or, universally thinking, if so many seek their glory (fight for someone else's glory) in war, but only few survive...who is there to light candles and bring flowers on their graves? (Hence the lonely graves) Who is left to remember who they were before they died if so many will die? And yet there are wars where people fought because their country was invaded; wars where the prize was independence. I'm not trying to question the honour of that. It's just an expression of a passing thought of mine with all these modern wars mingling with the old wars in my brain. Thank you so much for the comment, once again!
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