Story Of A SamuraiOf Pride And HonourStory Of A Samurai
The road that he walked was empty; with the likeliness of the bottomless pit that he felt in his breast. There was no one to accompany him on this journey, neither should there be anyone. His feet were moving automatically, with the rustiness of a forgotten katana, to be discarded along with its owner. His heart was made of stone, and his thoughts were cloudy, unable to comprehend the implications of his decision, only that it had to be carried out. After all, a samurai who had failed in his duty was damned for all eternity, in the eyes of his family, the community, the emperor and The Buddha himself. He felt
Why??Why?Why??
The wind was cold and bitter. It stung like a thousand pin pricks into a shaman’s doll, but it still felt warm to his frozen soul. He did not let thoughts trouble his mind. But a single thought escaped his vigilance. “I love her, I love my family, I still do….”
The key fitted the lock perfectly. With the decisiveness of a man who had just conquered the world, he walked into his new luxuriant apartment. It always felt new although it was a couple of years old. The sweet smell of sandal wafted through the air to bring a feeling of safety and content to his tired mind. She ran into his ar
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This little light of mine it gives your past unto me,
I'm gonna let it shine,
to guide you safely on your way
Your way home...
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