A tree can be a mother
Of the sweet falling petals
The sign of spring
Symbol of a new beginning
In summer, she bears fruits
Made of sweet love
Bears to be eaten
Or save for spring
In fall and winter
Cherries are hiding
While they slowly change
Into a breath-taking scene
And spring comes again
Revealing the miracle
Showering of baby pink petals
Dancing with the wind
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POEMS I
PoetryThe first book of my poems. All of them are written from my past years when I first started writing,
