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Samurai (a poem)

His turbulent life,
A dance with death
Performed before the Rising Sun.
High-born artistry,
Sculpted through his blade
On a battleground canvas
Painted in blood.
Warrior, poet and scholar,
Student of tradition
Ancestral pride envelops him.

Tranquil blossom stirs,
Experience shapes life.
His roots are strong,
His spirit stronger yet.
Honour guides the noble,
Skill anoints weakness,
Flexibility maintains.
The sword his soul becomes,
To serve the master,
His only wish.

Author:  Iain Peter Morrison
Copyright:  Iain Peter Morrison

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