cherry blossoms high
cherry blossoms low
pink like my cheeks
painted rosy with a glow
falling from the tree
cascading down to me
like my emotions
plucked from the tree
held in a bouquet
slipping through my fingers
I can barely protect them all
if I could learn to just let go
they would make a home
surrounding my soul
cherry blossoms
in my heart
cherry blossoms
are my art
swaying up
and swaying down
side to side
their lifted high
day by day
they rapidly appear
to in due time
do they slowly fade away
waving goodbye
to this we part
unitl we meet again
in next spring
to fall in love again
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Ouidas' Rose
Poetrya collection of rambles, of shattered letters, of quiet musings and heart throbs that feel like drum drops someone grab my teddy bear so I no longer feel the darkness
