Sunday, April 7, 2013

The cherry blossom tree

Just like a dream
A short lived spring
The path of a tear
Reminds of a fear

Across the shore
A reckless core
The feet are chained
But the heart is trained

A bittersweet chill replaces with numbness, the will
Memories of the past, now rush towards me, so fast
Time and time again, i am reminded of the doubtless end

Just like the grass gives way to the cherry blossom tree, so will we

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