forgotten. Those branches and my eyes connect to keep the memory of flowering cherries alive 365. Ironically, I can't remember a single poem of mine straight-through but can pinpoint the location of flowering cherries, irises, lilacs and such.
walking in the park, the petals fall upon them, and they dance, both petals and folks, in an ancient swirl. meant to be. and be again, and again. hail to the cycles, of folks and petals.
walking in the park, the petals fall upon them, and they dance, both petals and folks, in an ancient swirl. meant to be. and be again, and again. hail to the cycles, of folks and petals.
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