Cherry trees on blossom’s snowy breeze
reminiscent of the silent suffering
of meadow roses on unkempt martyrdoms…
Night shaped gravel roads of regrets
travelled amongst weary worn out selfs…
Unforeseen burdens of sudden deaths
craving deepened wounds
of inspired eyelashes…
The foul carving of ancient born times
seldom told of a shinning brightly sorrow
fully fledged on rain’s melancholic truth…
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