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A evening talkAn evening talk
Evening descends on Konoha.
On one of the higher trees surrounding the shinobi village sits a young Kunoichi and watches as the shadows on the Hokages' faces grow longer.
Her thoughts swirl in her mind. Never before had she felt this confused and scared. Not even when HE had left the village all those years ago.
Yes, there was him, but there was also HIM.
,Sakura, I need to talk to you '
,Sai ? He WHAT ?!'
,Yeah he was protecting Sasuke And he told me not to say anything to you because he wanted you not to worry about him I only became a part of the team recently when I replaced Sasuke. So, I don't really know everything that's going on I don't really understand people either.
Even I can tell that he really loves you!'
Then, the smile vanishes and she lowers her head again. Not only her thoughts were in turmoil, but her feelings as well. On one had, there was Sasuke. She had fallen in
In the vineyardThe vineyard
It all began
when it rang
and a cheerful voice on the phone
asked me in a joyful tone
wheter I'd come to help
getting the year's last sweet grape
I didn't hesitate a second
stating my agreement
impatiently I await the day
when to the sweet field I'll be on my way
Finally the time is here
After waiting for days I shall wait no more
Blessed a day, the sun is sending
it's warming rays, and warm the greeting
You grab a bucket, scissors, a partner
And off, off you wander
into endless rows of sweet fruit
gloves on the hands, protective suit
The collectors wander up and down
into the bucket on their backs the grapes are thrown
moving down, moving up,
the pairs wander by their scissors' clip clap
bad fruits fall to the ground
the good ones into the vinemaker's gourd
And when the sun in the zenith stands
the hardworking cutter is awaited by tables and banks
a warm meal for lunch, how fine!
accompanied by water and wine
Lots of gossip, lots of talk, and
familiar faces, an outstreche
The poetThe poet
Walking through the street
a boy, on silent feet
following a voice
which makes his heart rejoice
And through the shadows growing
he's finally arriving
where he wanted to be
and with curiosity his eyes do see
A single man, amidst a crowd
speaking words out loud
And with an angel's voice he captivates
boys, girls, wives and mates
Bewitched the boy listens
as candle light glistens
and his heart is filled
with those words so skillfully placed
The masses scatter as ev'ning breaks on
the boy timidly approaches the man:
Oh, master, my plight to thee:
take on as thine student your servant, me.
My heart's desire strongly is
to let my words give the world this bliss
that we have received today;
I beg of thee, say yay, not nay."
The poet measures the boy with calm eyes
and to the request he applies:
Teach you the game of words I shall,
but beware, so many brethren of spirit did fall."
Year after year passes into the land
but the boy's joy is ever as grand
for he's learning ma
Black angel: Chapter 2
Chapter two: A new journey
Orihime stared in shock at the white-haired man, her astonishement mirrored on Ichigo's face.Gini Ichimaru was one of the last persons she had expected to see. Nor would she have expected him to do what he had done right now. Before she could react, however, Ichigo had overcome this surprise and lifted Zangetsu threatingly.
You!", he growled. You should be dead! Why're you alive?! And what do you want here?!"
Gin turned to him, grinning his familiar grin. My, my still the hotblooded brat you were before. How about I explain before you get carried away and act rashly?"
Ichigo clenched his teeth and growled. But he stayed put, not moving a muscle. After a few seconds, the former Captain of Squad 3 continued.
Hmm, you seem at least to have learned some things." Before he say any other word, an arrow of blue reiatsu shot towards him. Gin just cocked his head to the left, and the arrow missed his face by a few centimetres. Orihime discovered Uryu
Prompt 18 entry: The courage to changeThe courage to change
is a one-way path
what has been done
will never be changing
But get rid of that sorrow
set your eyes on tomorrow
Let your angry yell defy
Never bow down
to its whim
Gather your heart
to walk a path so hard
to walk the path of pain
where awaits you a precious gain
shed your skin like a snake
make those chains break
rise like a butterfly
into the sky
It takes a lot to be changing
but it's a price worth paying
May the courage in your heart
become a sword in your hand
and it's blade sing a song
of power and freedom
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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