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There is an old path in the countryside,
Where petals of sakura cover the
The rich undertones of the earth's floor
Every spring.
As children, they would stand together
In the center of the road
And watch the soft, silent pandemonium
Of falling cherry blossoms.
This was a sacred place
Of kept and broken promises.
More broken than kept.
Until promises could no longer be made.
For spring must end
Just as summer,
Autumn,
And Winter.
And when seasons change,
People grow up
And they grow apart.
Like
Falling
Cherry
Blossoms
In the spring.
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Polaroids Lost in Time
PoetryOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.
