Japan
Cherry Blossom cherishes in kimonos pink and gold.
The lightness in the air, a touch: nature’s riches left untold.
Torre Gates bright red and ripe with branding stamped in history.
Acers richly red and green, their leaves a wonderous mystery.
Pastel painted pictures portray perfect pastoral panoramas
While Harajuku hedonism hails higher haute-couture dramas.
A Wabi Sabi wonderland with wasabi willed aromas.
Temples shine with honour under artisan pagodas.
Light-footed deer tread near to here, in whispering rural palaces.
Snow-peaked mountain majesties leaking green sulphuric gasses.
Udon pots and sushi trains transport to fabulous food heavens
While 24-hour karaoke clubs trumpet all-you-can-drink in dungeons.
Geishas gowned in flawless robes shuffle binded feet in clogs.
Their brightly coloured garbs revealed through traditions shroud in fogs.
Tea bespoke to oriental lands: ceremonies with elegant precision.
The beauty and the method involved to galvanise decision.
A smile, a laugh, a hope and peace sign indicates a race
Of happy people full of life that respect their home: their place.
Jaded Macha Tea ritual.
And temples very spiritual.
Pale breezy transience.
Another blessed pleasance.
Now smiling politeness,
Just encumbering tightness.
All eccentric fashions.
Pure and lovable passions.
Also, beauty and fear.
Now, you’ll find it all here.
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