To he Scent of Cherry Blossoms

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
As if you were on fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

I no longer am in love, that's certain, but maybe I love the feeling of it. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Peace goes into the making of a life as flour goes into the making of bread.
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

I grew up in this world, my life was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly. But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.

 


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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