spring

once upon a gentle breeze, 

whispering through the swaying trees  

 

with cherry blossoms covering,

in vibrant pink their love for spring  

 

for whom shall that be discovering,  

planted firmly within the heart that seed

 

beyond which that love did grow,  

betwixt the tender shoots of grass below

 

tempestuous are the currents of wind that blow,  

inflicting without bias that shattering blow

 

upon the ground lay those broken remains,

which shall never encounter this season again.

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