imagine a cherry blossom rain
through the window on sunday
carpet of pink petals on the lane
over the gray sidewalk on sunday
sundays with its cherry blossom rain
sundays with its sweet smelling lanes
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AN ALBUM WILL REMEMBER
Poetry[ poetry/short stories/collection ] ❝ you made the truth into what I lied, and I lied that I was beautiful ❞ . . . a collection of rainbows, theories, and dreams, of words faded around the edges with meanings that nothing could ever fade. a...
