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I watched the soft light cherry bloom
fall slowly from the new sprung branch
And held my gaze so lonely groomed
To the glowing phase of happenstance

I watch the sun shine through the sky,
from behind the clouds so far away
and the tall mountains the sun falls behind
and somberly passes through time of day

I think about the slipping of time
slowly passing through my shaking hands
and about the ticking rhythm and the rhyme

which passes, unabated, to the dark night

Yet I gaze at the flower, and is known as afar
that the light through the petals, will melt into stars.