For a moment I laid on a flower beds
I thought maybe tomorrow's gaze would be much lighter
In any sense,
I forgot how easy it was to lie in late spring
Beginnings of flower bloom and cherry pickin
When winter leaves
Uncertain it left me on whether I should breathe
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Alva's Cherry Season
PoesíaCherry season lacks the enthusiasm Alva seeks. : A short collection of poems loathing a change of season. All of my work is copyrighted. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE any of my work. I hope you enjoy.
