In Edo's time, a land of grace ... poem by Stefano Donno

In Edo's time, a land of grace,

A city flourished with ancient grace,

With streets that sang of samurai might,

And geishas' beauty in the night.

The cherry blossoms danced in the breeze,

As the people lived their lives with ease,

And the temples stood tall and proud,

In the heart of the city, never to be bowed.

The tea ceremony, a ritual of peace,

As the shoguns' power showed no release,

And the kabuki plays entertained,

The people with their stories, forever ingrained.

From the bustling markets to the tranquil parks,

Edo's spirit never ceased to embark,

On a journey of art and culture,

A world of wonder for every adventurer.

As the sun set on this ancient land,

The memories of Edo, forever grand,

For the legacy of this time still lives on,

In the hearts of those whose love is never gone