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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