The ground is
Scattered
With my petals
A layer of pink
Coats the soft Earth
It seems
that I should be
A bare tree
But still
Petals drift
From my
Branches
Blowing in the wind
The pink petals
They fall
They are soft
Like a smile
Like a prolonged glance
Between lovers
They are soft
My petals
Are still falling
New ones replace the old
Still, my petals
Are falling
Some drift away
Some land on
Lower-rising branches
It seems like my petals
Are always falling
Their
Cherry-blossom buds
Are bare
My
Cherry-blossom branches
Are bare
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My Poems - 2018
PoetryNo one has to read this. It's not interesting. I don't really think the poems will be very good, either. (NOT EDITED OR CHECKED FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.)
