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Imagine being picked Like petals from a flower Someone holding you, wanting you, wishing for you Only to be pricked by the thorn And watch the blood fall Mercilessly
I stare at the Sakura tree, Night after night, Day after day, Waiting for it to blossom. I watched the tiny buds, Night after night, Day after day, Just waitting for it to happen.
Quiet in its blooming, Branching thoughts of wisdom, Soft petals cascade. In lavender and gentle pinks. Then soul crushing blues, sweep the garden, petals peacefully cascading no more,
Death is slow Like a sick flower with bleak petals that no longer grow One by one, the petals begin to fall Unable to avoid the final death call
At first I thought you were diamond embedded And then I saw how imperfectly you were created You willow crying like you lost perfection And some of us see your little perfect complexions
As I walked on the laid brick
In darkness they fly Wind carries them swiftly forward Flowers in the night.
For my loving heart began to open just as the petals Awaiting for a bee to come and find me Alas, the buzzing ceased but a lonely caterpillar came to thee