Cherry blossoms fall,

Geisha's path, whispers enthrall,

Grace embraces all.

Along lanterned streets, they tread,

Geisha's path, by tales well led.

In kimonos adorned, tradition's embrace,

Graceful artistry, woven with grace.

Fans in hand, secrets unfold,

Stories of a world, ancient and bold.

Through tea and dance, they enchant the night,

A geisha's path, a timeless delight.

Cherry blossoms fall, whispers in the breeze,

Echoes of ages, carried with ease.

Geisha's journey, like petals in a stream,

A fleeting beauty, a poet's dream.