Cherry blossom



like the clouds that billow up ahead

and the petals hanging as if by a thin thread


that is soft and delicate and easily crushed

that blows where the wind blows

that falls when the breeze stops

that loves like there is no love

loves like hers is the only heart that can

loves like in the songs of old

a little at first then all at once.

just like all beautiful things

her love withers

and her love will die

but like sakura

she will bloom again another season

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