Beneath the cherry blossom tree
fresh petals fall from wind to me
like droplets in a sweet spring rain
they wash away my tears of pain.
Conceal that pain from prying eyes
depart from where the salt still lies
in wavering eyes; visage of light
and luminescence, cleansed by night.
Beneath the cherry blossom tree,
untainted youths live joyfully
as once I did in ignorance,
but bliss was killed by pestilence.
When severed by betrayal from trust,
my soul had burst by loathsome lust
lost like dead lives, and more dead loves,
and snatched like twigs in talons of doves.
Beneath the cherry blossom tree,
the song of birds is sung so free
as they ascend to light blue skies
and leave a spray of blooms behind.
So delicate, a gift to me,
with radiant gleam for all to see
in awe and wonder. Dear Aves,
fly away and move on.
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