I chanced upon a cherry grove that day
The wind had sent a fragrant message then
Inviting me to smell what flowers say
Their living petals secret in that glen
I spent my time among the flowers there
The petals touching softly on my face
Their zest for life had raised my from my care
Lost in the whispers that their branches trace
But silently the blossoms start to fall
Their bursts of pink and white begin to fade
I watch as all the beauty shrinks so small
Mere shadows of the former joys displayed
Although in time the moments can’t survive
Each one, eternal, always stands revived
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