Sakura
the one whose beauty I treasure the most
Brittle and dark her love no one knows
As if under a spell that does not go
She makes an appearance every year
Sometimes early or later
This is the time I hold dear
All who see her are halted in awe
She is beautiful but not yet mine
I don’t want her to ever leave
I will love her until the end of time
Copyright © Julian Egona | Year Posted 2011
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