Monday, January 30, 2017

Cherry. Sunlight filters through the tree The fallen blossom, just a memory. The warm ache of summer cannot pass Lightly; the fruit within its grasp glows brightly. The cherry is bright red above The hand that reaches out for love As if the rustle of the leaves Could break a heart; the cherry trees... Sign in to see full entry.

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