Warriors of March: Tankas

March- when flowers fall
The worlds I weave like a scroll
Painting fallen leaves
Into dust of long ago
Of warriors trampling our land

March- when flowers bloom
Glistening like swords in air
Shouting to the sun
Glories of their roots and shades
Triumphs of life, living, death.

March- the sun shines cool
Dancing with the sweat of skies
And the howling breeze
As the heroes stand to war
They fight to withstand the world


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